The Illusion of Ownership

Beneath vast open skies,
Mountains stare and Oceans rise,
A view serene, so complete,
No walls, bounds or goals to meet....

Yet man, in folly, stakes his claim,
Assigns to beauty, price and name,
As if the earth, confined by gold
Will reveal its beauty for the price its sold

The lake reflects the moonlit glows,
Waves bow to our endless shores
Do they care who holds the deed,
Or which hand signed in heartless greed

For here I sit, where no one reigns,
On borrowed land and bountiful plains.
The sun that sets so that stars shine bright,
Belong to all yet to none at night.

The folly of man, to seek control
Of what, will never be his to hold
Breathless he gets, this sight to see
Priceless it is, yet for all is free;

So pause, let go the chase,
Feel the view like a tender embrace.
For ownership is but a fugitives scheme,
This world is ours...not a dream