An animal made itself special. Imperfectly perfect being
Whose mind is a clouded sky and its soul a dark poetry
Scared of its own shadow. Ignorant of its own birth and death
Asserting to be the sapience but lacks real enlightenment
You’re humiliating the Mother. Damaging her depth and surface
Claiming to be saving her when indeed you’re her by-product
What will be your fate here? Where is the Mother’s faith in you?
How can you save the Mother when she’s indeed self-sufficient
She’s all around you staring with pity. Weeping in vexation
One of the elements maybe unleashed to clear up then restore.