humans try so hard

so hard to keep up with the wonders of the earth.

it’s almost admirable, how independent we wish to be.

its easy for the world,

God creates such beautiful things,

things that simply grow from the ground and nourish,

fearfully and wonderfully made

like a strawberry, the sweet taste sticking with us through day

humans aren’t as fortunate,

they can’t play God

man made items aren’t as fruitful, as sweet

the strong scent of metal burns your nose

the creaking of the machine

almost resembling a cruel laugh, a taunt

if only we cold pick it from the ground and be done.