So, the world is ending
Is the world coming to an end?
Is there not any cause for which to live?
The world may not be ending.
There may be cause to live.
Remember: a sunset is beautiful
The ice will melt / and so the sea will rise
The bats will flock / into the marketplace
The web will fill / with stolen words and lies
The sky will flood / and lights will block out space
The forests burn / and orange turns the skies
The deserts spread / so too they will displace
The sun will burn / the watershed soon dries
The greedy men / divide us all by race
Remember: Orange too / is the setting sun
The seagulls flock and sing / Lilac, yellow, pink
and fiddler crabs can dance / Sand bars on and on
Oh, hope, my fragile fuel / sometimes I think you're done
How sea falls through my hands / we balance on the brink
Cliche: that dark dim nights / always precede dawn
The moon will wane—
on a new moon, how bright the stars
The tide recedes—
in tide pools, what vibrant critters thrive
The moon will wax—
on a full moon, how clearly all is seen
The tides will rise—
at high tide, how gorgeous the ocean
So, the world is ending—
but remember: golden hour makes everything beautiful
So, the world is ending—
but remember: a sunset is beautiful
So, the world is ending—
but remember: at dusk, the fireflies are beautiful
So, the world is ending—
but remember: a bonfire, burning in the night
So, the world is ending—
but remember: the perseids, streaking across the stars
So, the world is ending—
but remember: at dusk, quiet, and then the birds begin to sing
So, the world is ending—
but remember: sunrise and sunset share the same colors
So, the world is ending—
but remember: Morning, in Alaska, still looks quite dark
So, the world is ending—
but remember: Morning, still, is morning, on a cloudy day
So, the world is ending—
but remember: How sweet, a pancake, blueberry syrup
When a loved one is in hospice / do you not still show them love?
Can you still love the world / knowing you will someday leave her?
We love elders while we have them.
We love ex-lovers we have left.
If the world is ending, there still is cause to live.
If there is cause to live, may we still be kind?
If there is cause to live, may we still have hope?
Still, I see kind people.
Still, I see us hope.
If there is cause to live, the world still may not end.
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