A Clumsy Anthropologist

'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake turning light- peachy and pink. And all the forest around wake in the light- life too groggy to think. When all the light cast God's love of the sun, bursting brightly, it shines on something- a hidden trove, and I take the hiker's first step, lightly, and I see in front of me old things! I dust the dirt off skeletal caps, I smile and the forest begins to sing. Soon, though, excitement begins to collapse, For my skips and my kicks and my chants drop the artifacts on a rock, and they shatter! Anthropology smites me for my careless dance for now I have tiny skeletal pieces of matter. The birds now sing, the monkeys now ooh, the winds now shake, the sun hides behind a pile of clouds, as though they all knew. I collect my findings- crying a little inside.