World Pruning
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Born again, Earth

World Pruning

What is this madness?

What is this madness? So surreal.

What is this madness? So surreal. People dying like flies...

What is this madness? So surreal. People dying like flies... All over the world.

Covid 19 they say,

The one that started across the waters,

The one that started across the waters, That is now spread all over,

The one that started across the waters, That is now spread all over, And is still spreading,

The one that started across the waters, That is now spread all over, And is still spreading, If we don't ...

The one that started across the waters, That is now spread all over, And is still spreading, If we don't ... Stay Put

Before it was the whales.

They would wash ashore on the beaches,

They would wash ashore on the beaches, Like mass suicide,

They would wash ashore on the beaches, Like mass suicide, Like some weird game.

But if in fact, If it is true, That the Earth is changing, If it is taking control,

Because there was too much hate, Because our foolishness bled into others, And others' into its environment.

If it is indeed true,

If it is indeed true, I am relieved.

If it is indeed true, I am relieved. To know that Earth is alive and more powerful than us.

I guessed our making was leading to our demise,

I guessed our making was leading to our demise, We all did.

I guessed our making was leading to our demise, We all did. The wars, the bombs, the killings.

We don't deserve to exist,

We don't deserve to exist, To be living off of this precious land,

We don't deserve to exist, To be living off of this precious land, To be living like we are the masters and the stewards of this land.

We send rockets to the moon,

And people to space,

We think we are so smart,

We think we are so smart, Even though we still don't know

We think we are so smart, Even though we still don't know How to heal ourselves.

Every 100 years or so this happens, they say.

Every 100 years or so this happens, they say. To cut away and prune like you would a tree.

It is sad, because it is so random that are sacrificed,

It is sad, because it is so random that are sacrificed, For the collective sin we committed.

I don't mind the death if it is this grand a plan.

For I have seen beauty,

And experienced love,

And learned about the wonder of the cosmos.

I used to wish to live to be 1000 years old.

I used to wish to live to be 1000 years old. Because I believed I'd get wiser and better with time.

I used to wish to live to be 1000 years old. Because I believed I'd get wiser and better with time. And because to fully understand the workings of the universe in a hundred or less years is too short.

Albeit if I can be born again to continue where I have paused.

Born again, Earth.

Born again, Earth. And let us renew ourselves with you.

-------------------------------------- I hope this poem wasn't too depressing. Hope you found it rather hopeful. Did you? Thanks for reading! Epiphany Flow ---------------------------------------

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