died before my death

the day i become so self-absorbed in human charades posing important as to not wonder at the sun lying down to sleep among the hill tops, to not marvel at the redtail hawk standing watch from the dead maple treetop flanking cranelegs pond, to not listen to the whispers of grand oaks in conversation with the soft summer breeze, to no longer embrace the difference between nature's wisdom and man's fabrication, i will have died before my death.