An Unexplainable Paroxysm of Crying

Dear human race
I treat you so cheaply
I am crying with shame
you give me all your beauty
suspended as you are
high on your legs
and I imagine
such base things about you.
I hear your hearts
but dismiss them.
You are treasure troves,
You are brighter than diamonds.
I am so shamed
as I sit so far
from the sun
just as the Spring
brightens the earth
and listen to
orchestras playing Bach.