Futility.

If massive mountains shook their sides and laughed,
And spat upon the earth in fiendish glee,
If savage waters sprang from ocean depths,
And sucked away the land into the sea,
If winds in frenzied rapture tore the world
From end to end and scattered gusty death,
If crimson streaks of sunset lit with fire,
Were used to heat their devastating breath,
How then would Man in self defence engage,
And quell the rage of maddened might untold?
Think little Man, how mighty you are not,
Think of the force by greater power controlled.

—Kenneth Law.