The ancients mapped the heavens well. They knew
Planets and stars, the phases of the moon,
Attributing their motion to the few
Familial gods who prospered their good fortune.
Our ancestors saw the beauty in a rose
They named the trees: willow, oak and elm
And knew the tidal waters' ebbs and flows,
Living in harmony with nature's realm.
In these dark days we don't look up at night
To see the milky way in all its power
Or see a shooting star blaze a trail of light
And Venus shining at the twilight hour.
We do not see the wonders in the sky
Or descry a greater Spirit when asking: Why?

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