sedona666

There will come soft rains
and the smell of the ground,
and swallows circling
with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools
singing at night,
and wild plum trees
in tremulous white.

Robins will wear
their feathery fire
whistling their whims
on a low fence-wire;

and not one will know
of the war, not one
will care at last
when it is done.

Not one would mind,
neither bird nor tree,
if mankind
perished utterly;

and Spring herself,
when she woke at awn
would scarcely know
that we were gone.

~ Sara Teasdale

I find it interesting that we are so dependant upon the earth for our survival, yet she would probably be greatful to be rid of us. You'd think humanity would take better care of something so invaluable...