Nature's Tools and Mine

I look over the land and see the hills in the mist, the river churning as it always has through the chasm and over the falls, and I know that nature's tools are not the same as mine. I have hands to fashion artifacts to feed me, clothe me and to protect my own. But lately I've been given over to buy, beg, steal or swap for food, for warmth and the safety of my kingdom. These hands do much but half of their design. But then I look at the river, always carving the valley making the hills grow. Then I know my hands are drifting away from their design and that nature's tools are not the same as mine.