I hear ancient cries
It is not yet nightfall
But getting close
I realize it is crows
Calling for their family
To settle down for the night
Soon it is quiet and to
Our sense peaceful
We are not fools, but
We have no idea of
All the activity that goes on
Even when the cries stop
Although we are capable
Of many things, we are
Still ignorant of what is
Happening about us on
The land, in the air and
The waters. There are
Miracles waiting to be
Discovered and most if
Not all men are ignorant
Of the ways to discovery
So we remain ancient
Moving forward slowly
Waiting for the next
Enlightenment and then
Heaping praise upon the
One discovering it, even
Awarding then with a
Noble Prize and paying
Them huge sums of money
We have explored only
A small percentage of
The oceans, forests and
Jungles. There are answers
Waiting and species to
Discover. We interfere
With natural processes under
In the guise of saving the planet
When we may be interfering
With natural progression
Stanski
June 10, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 