Snowmelt seeps into the ground;
yet the forest struggles.
Moss clings to granite, its grip
loosens with each season.
Lichens die.
yet the forest struggles.
Moss clings to granite, its grip
loosens with each season.
Lichens die.
Silent stones whisper stories
of ancient times and vanished worlds.
Fossils in rocks show life shifts, falters,
and edges toward its endgame
or a new beginning.
We turn away, indifferent,
From warnings
as the climate fractures
around us.
The night unravels,
stars slip away.
So little time
is left
for us.

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Image created by the author using AI.
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