Our Vision For The Future...

When we water the seeds,
We know the relish of the fruit;
And when we burn weeds,
We go by their touted ill repute.

Echoes of once alarming toots,
Dazzle us, prescribe our needs;
At best, we tend to offshoots,
To intricate, bolster the old creeds.

We shall crave the gold,
Guard and bequeath it dearly;
Values we shall uphold,
Ones we haven’t grasped clearly.

We want minor changes,
But, the fabric  must continue,
And anything that deranges,
However salutary, is but taboo.

All our haute couture,
Is spun off what had been;
Who’s willing to endure,
A future summarily unseen?

That things may well recur,
Informs our distilled deeds;
We wish clues do concur,
Life conforms to the leads.