Thursday, March 17, 2011

Beautiful Morning



Nature didn't care there might be a nuclear meltdown today.

1 comment:

  1. There Will Come Soft Rains
    by Sarah Teasdale (1884-1933)

    There will come soft rains and the
    smell of the ground,
    And swallows circling with their
    shimmering sound;

    And frogs in the pools singing at
    night,
    And wild plum-trees in tremulous
    white;

    Robins will wear their feathery fire
    Whistling their whims on a low
    fence-wire;

    And not one will know of the war,
    not one
    Will care at last when it done.

    Not one would mind, neither bird
    nor tree
    If mankind perished utterly;

    And Spring herself, when she woke
    at dawn,
    Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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