Belonging in Nature's Cycle

The Poem, Cycles of Witness Beneath skies shifting like a toad’s mottled hide,

Temperatures swing—frost's grin, sun's pride. Within crafted havens, we mimic warmth’s

embrace, Ignored whispers to creatures, a forgotten grace. As climates don

their hues, infernos followed by dews, The chameleon world defies,

renews. Who warns the depths beneath the sun’s fierce dance? Who shields the

wild's heart, gives each a chance? Clouds gather, storm’s prelude, a song stark,

Our homes stand guard against the encroaching dark. In quests for comfort, technological strides,

Do we see the interconnected souls outside? The tortoise teaches grace, unhurried through