I am reading this book right now called The world without us by Alan Weisman. It talks about the world that will be if humans were to somehow miraculously be removed from Earth. And it got me thinking of a poem I wrote about 8-9 years ago that I had titled It will too turn…
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Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds
I was quiet, I once was Long before the darkness descended A stream of water I was Flowing down a small green hill I was full of life Of beings alive and not I gently continued my path down This little green hill of mine
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