What lengths of power does the human race hold?
Is there no land, no planet
That can elude its questing grasp?
Is there no creature, no kind
That can shield itself from its piercing gaze?
The human race
Has wrought with its quick hands and wit
Power that surpasses any divine maker.
For what immortals can wreak upon the world
Humans can wreak worse.
They can poison a land with the merest breath;
Crush a land with the merest touch;
Destroy beauty with the merest thought.
The human race owns something
Far greater than dark power:
When a child first looks upon
Perhaps a newborn kitten
Or a blossoming flower-
Their hearts are not filled with dark thoughts
But with an awe of their world.
Even in adulthood
A deep, rooted desire
To love this planet
Can be stoked by divine beauty;
It is only greed that corrupts the mind.
With compassion, a human can
For compassion is a gift,
A wonderful, blessed gift
That I treasure far more than the power at my hands.