On
a lighter note !!
The
planet will recover,
when
we become extinct.
Pity
for her we destroy,
yet
she will have
the
last laugh as before.
Through
time and space,
some
other power displayed,
the
type of restraint we cannot.
And
here beauty was born,
in
the pungent salty brine.
Thoroughly
inevitable our demise,
our
actions we don't realise,
claiming
that we own the skies.
But
we will yet be cut to size,
when
nature once again will rise.
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