Saturday, July 11, 2015

We Are The Last

Generations alive today are the last who will smile

for the sun on our shoulder
the mist on our cheek
the wind in our hair
the sea at our feet

the bumblebee flight
the hummingbird wing
the songs of the toad
the blossoms of spring

all gone before long and too soon

by our will to devour
every sight
every sound
every flower

and replaced by
our cruelties
our hubris
our hearths incongruous

and knowing full well we are the last who will smile.

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