They say some things never change,
But entropy disagrees.
The body breaks down, clocks tick,
Winter turns to spring.
Even if we really screw up
And usher in a nuclear winter,
Eventually particulates will wash out
And a whole new world will rise
From our frozen ashes.
Creatures we never dreamed of,
A riot of new vegetation will live on the land.
I don’t know how stupid we actually are.
We so excel at murder and death.
I hope it does not push past our lust for life
And we miss all the change to come.
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