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.
Inspired by:
- http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/science/2015/07/climate_scientists_despair_most_devastating_parts_of_esquire_s_jason_box.html
- http://www.commondreams.org/news/2015/07/09/big-oil-knew-big-oil-lied-and-planet-earth-got-fried
- http://humansarefree.com/2014/05/alarming-billionaires-and-mega-banks.html
- http://gizmodo.com/the-world-in-2100-according-to-nasas-new-big-dataset-1710798646
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