White clouds drift lazily in light blue winter sky.
Weak sun shines giving little heat to nature or man.
This is the time for earth to slumber and rest.
As all but man hibernate in their dens or go dormant.
Days shorten as nights grow longer and longer.
While all but man adapts to these yearly changes.
Man cares not for length of night or shortness of day.
He works and plays the same in his artificial light.
Nature’s cycle of life means naught to him or her.
Circadian rhythm, after all, is something so easy to ignore
Nocturnal, crepuscular or diurnal are all the same to man.
As long as the pay keeps coming in and wine continues to flow.
He pays no attention to the injury his ignorance brings .
As mind and body suffer silently for many years.
Until both mind and body begin to rebel with early warnings.
Pain from the body and confusions from the mind say to stop.
Still man ignores them and goes on with his unnatural life.
When body breaks down there are many things to blame.
When thoughts jumble or forget, it’s stress and strife.
Man is too stubborn to admit being the one who ended his own life.
Wanda Gray aka Scarlet Scribe
January 13, 2021
Submitted: January 13, 2021
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