Back To Times of Stonehenge

To say hello to spring Winter relents in time, Grey goes green, smiles gream grime, Nature knows— not to cling. Seasons change on their own And wait not till too late To kiss change on due date, All things change, even stone. But man seems stuck sans clue, Feels frozen facing change, Red nor green, but orange! He who once walked on two From all four, far to see As ape— his greatest feat, Yet, somewhere lost his wit, Opting purblind to be. In saying no to change, An existential threat That might wipe out his fate, Back to times of Stonehenge! _____________________________ Reflections | 06.09.2016, revised Feb 2023| change Poet’s note: In evolutionary race when man was not yet a *****Sapiens, he showed an exemplary foresight to steer himself ahead of all life forms, on top of pyramid to be, and never to look back ever since— the time he, as an ape, decided to walk on his rear two legs. But today it seems he chooses to be purblind, refusing to see the threat to his existence. This piece wonders if man is on his way back to Stonehenge.