The trees gently sway under subdued skies,
providence back on track it would appear
in the undulating of normal circumstances.
Walking in the park, a panic screeching
among the branches: a jay has raided a nest
clinging to a tiny fluff of brown. It's nature's way.
Crime only figures in human convention;
the marvelous stability in the natural order,
ecosystems, and biodiversity, is at root selfish.
The term opportunity is borrowed from nature;
survival of the fittest underlies success,
its decorous shrine the market place.
But opportunity is also exploitation and crime,
the continuing link to nature's success;
the outcome its own evidence of right.
Providence is defined in all events, to us
the moral and immoral, to create a balance
as sweet as this lovely sunshine day.
So little Madeline was snatched away,
reflecting nature's way, the outcry,
the whole world's continuing process.
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