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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