Heavenly sun wanes,
Applauded by dusk’s silence…
Ovation of gods!
Cherished by the lowliest,
Taken for granted by man.
~
Without any thought,
We reap her fruitful bounty
With veracity.
~
An ungrateful child
Would offer her greater thanks…
Yet we laud her not.
Perhaps it’s human nature
Or maybe we’re simply fools.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~