Prognostics

Trees are stored in wilderness
until they're needed for the mess.
Buildings, boxes, furniture. Books,
paper products, sure. All of it
stored variously, until it's needed
for the trash.

And so the cycle ends anew,
that once began in cold hard cash.
Nature is a funny beast
that moves us to our benefit. Powerfully we
progress, adapt and overcome
in spite of it.
One day we will go too far.

A sentence will be passed by fate:
the same damn thing forevermore,
in permanent mistake. Too late