Continuance

The human race. thankless. covetous.
Its desire for more
Fueling Godlessness
Abetting avarice.

An unholy struggle, waged against the self
A race against time
For strength. wealth. power.
An inevitable end; six feet under.

Did the elements ever desire more?
Did the earth ever want to flow?
The oceans fly?
The air rest?

Is nature doomed to permanence?
With morbid reflections of cruel existence?

Earth,
Cause of battle
And the ground for it
That for the many journeys undertaken on it
It's stillness stands preordained

Air,
Fated to invisibility.
An unseen orphan, longing to be held

Water,
Doomed to rain upon us
To be trapped within earth, to lose existence

Or is this continuance reward for natures self-denial?
And death, a result of desire?