The Paradox of Reality

Why are we here, amongst the trees so old,

Leaves fading from shimmering green to glittering gold?

Why am I here amongst the changing seasons of the earth,

Winds blowing around the sounds of sadness and mirth?

We all together are here for one purpose,

One reason that stands above all-

We are here to take the brunt of the attack,

And pave the way for something else to enthrall.

Evolution means change in a species over time,

A process that seems unfair and unkind,

It is painful to think we are a small stepping stone,

That others will walk over as they themselves grow.

But remember that not all is what it seems,

For we have also stepped on heads and toes and everything in between,

We have learned from the past to create something new,

But in the process have forgotten that we will one day have our heritage used too.

Everything we do now will either encourage or dissuay,

The frightfully ignorant youth of today,

Who will also learn and share what they learn from us,

And pass it on to the next generation that they will entrust.

So why are we here on this vivid or barren earth?

Are we to be used and tossed aside as a passing thought?

Or perhaps our purpose is to be a cultural hearth,

To create a world in which societal problems are naught?