The sun will still shine, as it always has.
The grass will grow, and some trees will groan,
as a silent breeze passes over all that once was.
A cockroach shall crawl through a skeletal eye,
and the birds shall sing, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen!”
Photo: Max Wilbert
perfect. thank you.
I’m afraid there will be no birds; cockroaches yes, birds no.
I read recently that cockroaches are very devoted parents. I make a point of not stepping on or harming them. It is clear that they will take infinitely better care of the planet than we have.