To Create Such as This

The mountain ranges that rise to the sky
Or the great dark forests that spread the land
Running up to the lakes and rivers
Giving way to the wide salted ocean

To make such as these is far beyond me
And to imagine how to make the smallest leaf
Or the tiniest of specks of ash or sand
Is something for only the Creator to perceive

And to hand off this ability to those with strength
Is not something to take lightly
And is indeed surely full of impossibility
When all we can do is change what we already see

So destroy not, O my soul, for how difficult it is
For good things to be formed and remade
When the poison of wicked women and men
Comes stomping through this beautiful world

Thus may we carry on into the purple-orange sunset
Where golden treetops wave in the rising wind
Of life and good change beneath snow-capped heights
And crystal reflectors shining when starlight begins

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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 11.