Future
Notes
from plants-
it’s clear now.
Soon, few will know
of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
Man takes without giving back to its founder.
It was never
meant to be.
It’s just...
sad.
Flee.
It’s what
they’ve planned.
Favor our faults,
shown by the scraps and threads we simply miss.
I’ve heard we come from dust, and we’ll return
to particles,
meaningless,
but they
lied.
This poem is about:
Our world