Dewdrops on the blades of grass
Innocence of a child it was
The sun shines as its only religion
The moon follows as its way of living
Human songs were intricate and long
Their buildings,byzantine and strong
They studied their subjects to find its father
They ditched effortless to complicate, rather
Infinite to do,infinite to learn
Breaking and building,but forever yearn
You will find wonder when you perfect
Simple is the ultimate complex.