Of dulcet, sweeping meadows, And of tundrous, frigid planes, And the farthest, sandy desert dune, To wondrous to explain. From the highest, icy mountain peak, To the green, and watery vale. While the mounts suffer from buffeting winds, And the flats from rains and hail. Your awesome might is in demand, From Mother Natures wishes. But you care only for rocks and dirt, Not mice, and men and fishes. For in your wizened, ancient eyes, You only see your end. For our loving earth’s destruction, Is coming just around the bend. When man-made toxic gases, Just the ones you really hate. Destroy trees and rocks and flowers, As you simply hibernate. For Father Earth is durable, More than ancient sea-tortoise. And nothing save eruption, Moves Earth from it’s orifice. When gases leave, and all is clear, Our Earth with rule once more. Evolution starting all over again, This in mind, what is life for?
Reason for writing:
This poem is my least favourite, yet I love the idea behind
it. If we destroy the world with pollution and we all die, in
several million years it will be back to normal, and start over.
Maybe this earth has already had several civilizations like
ours before.
Birth sign: Not entered
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