Before they went looking for another rock where life might be sustainable, Before they made plans of raising hives of hexagonal domes in hopes of rebuilding a new world, Before they forgot what it meant to run barefoot through fields of gold, and to bathe in the smell of salt seeping through buoyant waves of oceans, Or listen to the music of verdant woods with its spirits dancing in endless motions,
There was a time, oh, long ago, when they had a glimpse On how to restore A balance necessary to preserve that which is now forever lost, - A one of a kind home -
It felt quite like an armageddon when their world came to a deafening halt brought to a stop through the hubris birthed by their own destructive pose, and their beloved big machines, huffing and puffing together, they slowly drove teary eyed through the ubiquitous smog carrying their distraught owners to stay confined in isolated zones. And amidst this dissolution of neoteric macrocosm were incessant calls full of doleful notes singing "so-long, goodbye, adios!”
But soon as the streets were left alone, waterways rid of filthy tooting boats And skies stood clear of metallic birds, The Wild, for ages repressed and abused, blinking dubiously, it slowly emerged pleasantly taken in by this happy episode, Now slinging hope like a new born, shyly it came sniffing along, And gleefully exploring recently abandoned human grounds It swiftly got busy righting their noxious wrongs.
And for a while it looked as if nature's desecrated cycles might improve, But the irony is such that of all those who roamed throughout the history of this mighty abode the ones whose existence was a mere spot, had now evolved to become its arrogant Gods who, after surviving this uncomfortable pause, still thoughtlessly ventured on the path of butchery and escalating loss.
But, oh, it was long ago, When a hope rose from the dying coals, before it all went belly up. Now swearing on the robustness of their new goals, Desperately they search through the endless sterility of the dark,