Sorry son, while I leaped over balls and stones with happy goats, You have to dodge moving vehicles, in dirt and soot; While I woke
The over-fishing, over-eating, over-mining, over-everything
Requiring the support of a Nature, willing, but drawn
To the limit of breaking without empathy, care, understanding,
Foresight; just over-reaching to pull all put there from Life’s dawn,
Nature doesn’t need humans; it was there before and will be there after humanity is gone. The screen kept painting the history for the
Yeah, Nature had long lost what was left of patience,
As the Ozone let in the rays so long waitin at Earth’s doors,
To steal the seas and rivers out into space’s expanse
There was water, there were plants, fertile land in most places,
And yet cannibalism was the last act of this great species.
Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet to map their position
And consult the travel plan. The air crackles to life
At the rod in his hand’s and the one on his chest’s intersection
Showing in script and diagrams what once was humanity’s hive.