Only Human

You are a human. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty cool.

We started out as a simple group people eating from any colorful plants we saw. It was alright, I guess. And then one of us decided to smash two rocks together and saw that it made a tiny, orange hot thing. Then things got really cool. We grew. We crawled out of greyish caves and blooming glades with the fires of change in our hands. We widdled pikes from wood, chiseled tools from stone, caste swords from bronze and later iron to carve out our name into our lands so no bird, no beast, no tribe, no empire, not even the gods could deny our might.

We marched with boots with soles of iron across the weathered glades of empires we felled with pikes in front and archers behind to pound the land down only to later sew it so full of seeds that only a fraction of the yeilded fruit could be eaten!

We carved out the pulp of mighty trees into even mighter ships that sliced through the thundering oceans like a blade. We powdered rocks and salts into something flammable. We stretched papers and cloths across a wooden frame and made it fly.

We roared across the skies as we sliced through pillowy clouds and made our claim in the heavens! And then, less than a mere century later, cheered as we thundered up, through, and out of the very sky which had long suppressed us. We shot through the void, reaching, with longing hands and raging might to the stars.

You are human. And if you ever think that this world is too much to bear, just remember what you’re capable of.

 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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