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.

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