Futile Attempts

Even the Great pyramids, magnificent structures of wonder are overshadowed by the majesty of mountains; crowned in golden sun. Halos glisten white. Spoiled tower of babble. The long and winding road; travelers delight to follow; a pitiful mimic of the mighty river, cutting, free, it's own path with unbridled sinew; recycled and recharged in the sea. Enormous jets of sonic speed, performing stunning sky art. It's technology dwarfed by simplicity of aerial agility. The hovering hummingbird darts away as the spiraling bumble bee lands. Destruction of nuclear bombs; pluming mushroom clouds, snuffed out by gigantic hurling asteroid. Earth knocked off it's axis with a single blow. Lights out. Robots in the image of man performs tasks, uses logic. Only a cold reflection of humanity. No joy, love or sorrow. No tears or laughter. Our most futile attempt at playing God.... No soul.