The Tower

Seethe swayed high,

A petty soldier fell,

Along with a tower he had built

Over years, in seconds.

Yet no breeze enraged flames,

Yet no drizzle poured out storm.

Even a glint of pity on him,

Was far away to be found,

As the heights met its doom.

To lay its foundation,

He uprooted houses and trees,

And threw them in flames,

Which ablaze he keeps.

When the tower fell, the fire eased,

And the builder smiled for once.