Robin’s absence casts a chill.
Spring’s a ghost; renewal’s nil.
Global warming’s melt has won;
Puddles face a burning sun.
There’s no baseball, kites, or ice;
humanity has paid the price.
From lengthening disregard,
Earth is just a big graveyard.
Sharon, the points you made in this piece actually make me glad that I am closer to the grave than the cradle. Those coming behind us are going to have one helluva time.
This was written fantasically! Short, but to the point. I love it. I feel the same way. People don't seem to care that we are beating the life out of the very thign that gives us ours. It's sad. Keep up the awesome work, and I'll keep reading
Submission Name: Extinction
