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.