There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, 
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

As America becomes a more harsh, divisive & militaristic society, I can’t help but be more worried about our collective fate on this planet. Daily we are bombarded by all sorts of distractions while souls shrivel & the world rots. This poem & *Ray Bradbury-inspired video highlights our likely fate if we don’t make a sudden, life- affirming & long-overdue shift in our consciousness.