The Earth the Rooster the Constellations

The Earth rotates on her axis and orbits the Sun Not imperfectly, not imprecisely, not inexactly Her pathway is precise, her timing exquisite The rooster crows at daybreak, at the crack of dawn Not before, not after, not while it is still nighttime His timing is impeccable, his song unchanging The constellations appear in the sky at their appointed seasons Neither trying to anticipate their emergence, nor extend their stay Their formations flawless, their gleam glorious And humanity sees nought, hears nought Living life as blind, as deaf, as beggars