HOMO SAPIENS SAPIENS
The marvel and the mystery we are,
Compounded from the dust of a dead star,
We all too sadly fail to recognize
When doing so would help to make us wise:
To see and feel how precious all life is
Would change our consternation into bliss
By teaching us the arts of stewardship
Lest into some catastrophe we slip.
“The glory, jest and riddle of the world,”
We still have virtues left to be unfurled-
Once we out-grow our adolescent phase
And show the sapience our name displays.