Whither the rush

Set in bronze under a newly planted tree
an expression of a weeping tender heart
brightly neat and simple, it reaches out
stalls awhile the hustle of this mankind rush

Psst psst in the pond lives a fish
it works not and swims carefree
what passes by it looks and see
as food for appetite or danger to flee

Flap flap and glide soars the bird
Eats in air and rests in tree at will
Rain to bathe and sun to windy dry
Sings and larks by rainbow canopy

Enough will feed excess will bloat
Care to give suffices care in need
Balances thus unduly need to hoard
Calm the worry steadies the boat

Humanity flipped by callousness unsettles
The journey has an ending whither it goes
Power wealth and glory escapes not its time
Mankind may rethink the purpose of this living.