Human Nature

We foolishly trust the ashes resting over warm coals, a satisfying conclusion determined by our "friendly" fire. And merely as much are we fooled for a falling sight giving rise to our souls, more than a pretty flower before autumn could ever admire. So then why after the sun sets do we question the darker shadows of the moon, as if we hadn't already refused satisfaction from the lending light? For that we feed the flames of a fire so those autumn flowers can bloom, then rise with the ashes as the fruit falls before our selfish sight.