Fading

To notice Nature
Is to know the tulip's heart asks for little
Its petals upon sundown
Folding shield upon shield
Over innocence

The sun
Also of patience
Remains willing to allow
Understands clouds of coolant
Nature's roiling emotion
Occasionally needs to vent

Humans
On the other hand
Know less of endurance
Too occupied with the now
Ignorant of perfection's infinite plan

Like a child's first steps
We wobble through life's forward movement
Paying little attention to personal light and clouds
Becoming instead
Duplicitous cripples
Unaware we're but habits of illusion
Quavering still further

Fading into obsolescence

While strategy of the roaches and ants

Continues to proliferate

As sentients…

We’ve definitely got a problem