Species—familiar, strange, exotic—
slip away in unruly currents,
lost to firestorms, floods,
and the hungers of the sea,
on this turning blue marble
adrift in darkness.
Climate tilts,
the air heats,
seasons slip their patterns,
and life’s choices are few:
move
adapt
or
vanish.
Life, stubborn and luminous,
leaves traces in drowned sediments,
whispers pressed into mud, silt, and sand—
echoes that wait beneath the tides of time.
Beneath our feet are fossils in stone,
giant skeletons keeping their watch;
leaf veins tracing delicate memory into shale.
A single claw curled in sleep,
a forest frozen mid-breath—
all relics whispering the same law.
The present thins like a morning mist,
but these fossil-bound tablets,
holding stories of the past
will outlast our shadows,
and speak to whoever listens:
This is what lived here.
This is what was lost.
This is what happened.
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