And the earth will remember us long after our footprints
have faded, and our world is no more –
paradise lost forever.
But in that day, the bees will dance in the forests
and stallions and mares
will run free.
And the grass will grow tall again,
as the cement begins to crumble.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”