This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SAU chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
The birds will fly still.Â
Turn up stones, sticks,
they’ll gather ourÂ
leftover bones
to build their nests.
They’ll tweet through the forest,Â
lush and green,Â
rebuilt
remadeÂ
from the remains
of the humans unseen.Â
The birds will repopulate,Â
They will live prosperous and happy lives.Â
The humans were mean and irate
and could not survive.Â
The birds will existÂ
long beyond us,
they willÂ
nap
flapÂ
and crapÂ
all overÂ
our mangled bonesÂ
buried, wantlessÂ
and dismissed.