A doomsday poem on this Earth Day

Finale
by Pratibha Kelapure with gratitude to Sara Teasdale

There will come crashing knowledge shortly
The eagles circling with wings courtly

And crickets in the bushes chirping at night
And giant redwoods in shining moonlight

Warblers will don their olive-green coat
Singing their songs on a high pitch note

And not one will know of your life, not one
Will care how well you lived in sun

Neither bird nor tree would be aware
If your kind vanished without heir

And sun’s blaze, when it shone at noon
Would hardly notice you gone soon