Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Earth Goes On, In A Way, We Do Too

Our living forms died out long ago, but we remain
Our ancestors disappeared, our descendants extinct
And yet, we in spirit form watch, the world goes on
In mist and cold, in deserts of sand and dust storms
We remain, spirits reach out, these hands are empty
In the northern wastes, we shiver as we did in flesh
The equator is rich in warmth, with glory in the life
Below on land and sea, all of the humans are gone
A wasted existence, after we cursed a planet's gifts
Humans are good at killing, leaving blood and rifts
And now the planet thrives, without our final curse
To call us ghosts or dead, doesn't matter we endure
Before we passed, we learned from our Earth
The flesh is born and dies, but our spirits rise
In victory for we found our path to ever
Where all those who follow arrive