One of the few I envy

Sometimes, I envy people who lived in ancient times.

In ancient times when people gazed up each night because they can see numbers of stars alight

In ancient times when people lived their days with so much to see

In ancient times when people appreciated the beauty of nature without having to spoil it

In ancient times when people used the path of the Sun and the Moon for directions

In ancient times when people knew what they had and worked it out almost perfectly

In ancient times when people existed with strikes of awe for the splendor of their surroundings

In ancient times when people moved and worked so cleverly yet mysteriously

In ancient times when people were smart enough to build works of art measured by the stars

In ancient times when people were motivated to live by their own

In ancient times when people had a night sky filled with stars

In ancient times when people had sophistication without being measured by numbers

In ancient times when people had genuine intellect without the preceding costs

Getting back to the existing world, who are we to question their knowledge through the works of art we can dig up in each and every part of the world? When our inventions and works of genius were considered normal during their time? Isn’t this a proof that all it takes for us, to be pioneering as they were, is to value the beauty and simplicity of the night sky and work on our wildest imagination?