"Shrooming along the bank" a little poem I wrote

I just wrote this at a [5] ... it was inspired by a trip i had a few weeks.

The river ripples swayed as they touched upon the bank And the lowly man weighed the dark against the blank Betrayed and dismayed wishing that it all had sank He thinks: “Is it not Nature that plays with harmony and not rank? Man has preyed and whom does he thank? Man has won but at who’s lack?”

Clarity and hilarity ensued in a paranoid state Beauty and awe, Ah! What a prolonged wait I belong to that displaced fate Me, the world, everything felt innate

All was present, all was real And from that point on all was ideal I realize life and death are both decided So, I offer myself to each undivided