Humans build walls and raise towers
However fine the workmanship
We seem to only find perfection
In reaching span of nature's depth
But if it is so
It is only so by design
We also admire power
But human hands cannot create
To any degree equal to nature
In mere seconds of time
Worlds and universes come to life
By the unseen hand of the creator
We are fools
Neither perceiving nuance nor fate
Substituting size and function
For the creator's genius mind
Nothing human made
Is as important or as true
As the one who made it
All we can achieve is less
In the collective of lifetimes
We are all measured
By all that the creator achieved
With a blink of his eye
Or pause of that enormous mind
Is by far greater
