Human Nature
We foolishly trust the ashes
resting over warm coals,
a satisfying conclusion
determined by our "friendly" fire.
And merely as much are we
fooled for a falling sight giving
rise to our souls,
more than a pretty flower
before autumn could ever
admire.
So then why after the sun sets
do we question the darker
shadows of the moon,
as if we hadn't already refused
satisfaction from the lending
light?
For that we feed the flames of a
fire so those autumn flowers
can bloom,
then rise with the ashes as the
fruit falls before our selfish sight.
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