Burrowing Beneath
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 in need to vent
Humans
On the other hand
Know less of endurance
Too occupied with the now
Ignorant of perfection's infinite plan of distance
Like a child's first steps
We wobble through life's forward movement
Paying little attention to personal shields and clouds
Becoming instead
Duplicitous cripples
Unaware we're but habits of illusion
Wobbling still further
Burrowing deeper
Until the beyond reveals...
Ron