Poem
There is a 4th Factor on earth
It controls our life, it gives us birth
It is beyond what man can know
It has laws that manage the show
Man thinks there are factors three
With a saw he thinks he can cut a tree
To him, the doer, the equipment and the act
Are enough to create any impact
But then sometimes, he blinks and thinks
The sails were ne, yet the ship sinks
They did their best, captain and crew
But the results didn’t happen, that is true
And still does man do his best
He puts every effort of his to test
But he is sad in the end to nd
That the result that happened was a different kind
Why is it, then man does think
What stopped his desire? What made him sink?
It should have happened, why did it not
Where he wonders, his work got caught