Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~