Reflection from a Red Roof

I opened the window
To the steep red roof
That dangles like an unsteady cliff
Over the barren garden.
The ground was almost
Sand and the bushes
Were sparse.
The clouds flew away
And the stars peaked through,
So I sat on the cold
Cement windowsill
And studied the sky.
The wind had died
And the clock tower stopped,
So, in the still silence,
I measured the universe
And calculated that I
Couldn’t make a dent,
But I’m rooting for mankind.
Maybe we’ll keep going forward
Until we beat the odds that we created.