The Fallen Trees

I laugh at the tree who grows tall.
Doesn't he know he will one day fall.
That his hubris was not the first to claw at the sky,
that the builders of babels tower also gave it a try.
But as the tower did, so the tree too will collapse
and like bricks, branches will come cascading past
men who cower at the tumultuous upheaval
that falls from heaven like that ancient evil.
See, we all have that selfsame sin inside,
we bend to the pull of power and the call of pride.
 Until like the Scottish soldier who craved the crown,
our delusion makes our world come crashing down.