climbing through  mountain passes,  watching the snow fall  on passing peaks.   icy storms in  inaccessible places.  so near  but far enough away.    even in good weather,  our senses tell us   although, we monkeys  are climbers,   the challenge  of the mountain range  is too great for  what we'd gain.   another day,  another place,  we watch for dinosaurs  and still more  recent dangers.   time carves huge gullies  in that sandstone panorama.    so many creatures died,  surprised by drowning.   (panicked thrashing,  desperate last gasps,  acceptance and surrender)  another day,  another place,  we find their massive bones.     displayed as if so recent,  but those bones  had turned to stone,    they can not whistle,  stamp or roar.   those days are past.   we are the  roaring monsters now,   destroying careless  of the world  we'll leave behind.   climbing through  time's passing,   watching the world burn  like a barbeque.   we wonder why  we let it be,   as snow falls  on the passing peaks,   as it has for oh-so-long.   we wonder how  much longer it will be:    snow falling silently  around us.