Would we care if life went on
Once we are gone?
Would we be at peace to know
There is an epilogue?
That once our dominance is gone
Nature moves on.
For perhaps an act only man can commit,
Or one that nature demands,
Our carefully planned cities,
Our towers that threatened to touch the skies,
And our homes of manufactured designs
Would crumble to join the Earth anew
Once the builder is gone.
The birds would still sing, unaware
Of the giving, and killing, hand below
That had disappeared
Once the watcher is gone.
The trees that we planted,
To replace an ancient that was gone,
Will grow old
And only whisper our passing
To
Would we care if life went on
Once we are gone?
Would we be at peace to know
There is an epilogue?
That once our dominance is gone
Nature moves on.
For perhaps an act only man can commit,
Or one that nature demands,
Our carefully planned cities,
Our towers that threatened to touch the skies,
And our homes of manufactured designs
Would crumble to join the Earth anew
Once the builder is gone.
The birds would still sing, unaware
Of the giving, and killing, hand below
That had disappeared
Once the watcher is gone.
The trees that we planted,
To replace an ancient that was gone,
Will grow old
And only whisper our passing
To
No Significance in Numbers by notyourlittlesister, literature
Literature
No Significance in Numbers
The invisible moon
Of the invisible night
Are the only light he walks by
Up and down black rainbows of muse
And through the white stars
Draped in the smell of lightning
And shining with depths of oceans
Drowning in the laughter of skies
Encased in moonlight lies
He never wants to live again