Depth of Thought
The smoke of white rises on black sea glass
As skies lay red on horizon's line
To sit in peace and watch morning trespass
And seek reasoned questions of man's design
To find Nature's concern of tomorrow
Does not exist nor need subtle reply
With no feeling of death's trembled sorrow
Only mankind has potential to cry
As we grapple with why of humanity
And claim to be a God in our own eyes
Will we find death because of insanity?
Another creature awaiting demise
The skies will change on horizon's line
Nature will give no thought to our decline
10/23/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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