But the new is temporal will become old before its time gone is its once- rich sap a too-heavily laden tree upsets its roots and stunts its growth and with time, dies sadly dies. The storms will show no mercy and finally, the grandeur of its past will drop- tearfully on dusty ground--
how civilised is civilisation? that which is manmade will be destroyed by its maker and looking back will be too late--
we'll search the heart of man and find therein only its dark and sinister content--
when love, beauty honour, duty compassion is* buried dead where shall be found our human consolation?