"Shrooming along the bank"... a little poem I wrote

I just wrote this at a [5]. It's about a trip I had a couple of weeks ago. This is acually the first poem I ever write in English:

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:

“Isn't it obvious that Nature 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