The root of civilization
builds the pinnacle
as a mountain, wasting away,
becomes taller at the same time
growing, renewing, changing
from the mountains' willingness
to rise above it all

A building with four corners
shrinks in accessibility
the higher it grows
supporting upper floors
limited to a few
but made for everyone
as no one lives forever.

Our independence
is built the same
with a little of everything
from our Environment
from our Market
from our Industry
from our Humanity
and a willingness
to rise above it all

The seven senses
are the tastes of the mind
the feelings of intuition
the smell of thoughts
the sight of invention
the herald of creativity

while complex burdens
would deaden these senses
like slavery to a cigarette
will kill one's sense of taste, smell,
and feelings of peace
obscuring the simplicity
of anything's truth

with dead-ends and illusion.
The root of civilization
is your willingness to rise above it all
which few seem to find in time
as the sight of invention
or herald of creativity
of anything's truth