From the edge of the woods
her face, alert, liquid eyes, so soft,
she is holding her breath
to make sure I will move on
and cause her no harm.
Our extinction is already assured.
Only 50 years ago, 2.7 billion populated this world-
now 7.7 and climbing with each second hand twitch.
We are consuming everything without a care in the world.
And the world is ready to shake us off like fleas,
to resume her natural earthly course
of morning sunrises and evening moons
and stars that will outshine anything we have ever created.
And I hope those soft liquid eyes will look again over this recovered land
and make her way in perfect fearless strides.