What Is

There lie the stones,
o'er there the mortar.
What men build together,
He builds alone.

The Earth can be shaped,
with shovel and hoe.
No fashion lasts,
save nature's own.

He who was first,
and he who is last,
will breathe the same air,
and share the same bask'.

No nation stands,
no faith lingers.
All men will die,
children outlive them.

The moments will pass,
let them, be free.
And love one another,
as He did to me.