Material Scientist
Month: February 2017
This land is old and worn
smoothed by innumerable years
Mountains that once reached for the heavens
Are now brought down to earth.
A shroud of live covers the low hills
Blanketing the earth in soft green
Rivers broad and deep
Many paths explored, now set.
Settling down to sleep,
How long will the peace last?
This land is young and so are we
Jagged mountains reaching for the moon
Rushing rivers cutting new paths
Carrying away soft stone.
Constantly shifting earth
A state of constant flux
The sun rises on a new world each day
Still experiencing growing pains.
This land was made for giants.
Will we expand to fit the space?
Austin Kuba 