Earth Waltz Poem by ktarcus ...

The moon,
Weaving its weary way upwards,
Through the remnants of empty storm clouds;
Greying now with age as their journey is at an end.

On the opposite side,
To the North West the last struggle of sunlight,
Its shafts of silver sparkle through singlets of mist atop the hillside.
Moths, their desires stretched and divided!
Waltz in a wafting breeze,
tempting fate;
As the hum of the hunger of a myriad of pipistrelle bats nears the dance floor,
How delicate the interplay, between them,
It is perfection to be seen each and every day.

What right has humanity to stifle such beauty?

Longer lived than man shall ever be!
She will have her world returned slowly;
Precisely;
Yet unquiet, her resources gathering pace;
Typhoon here,
Hurricane there, minor tremors,
Erupting volcanic residue slipping ever upwards,
Toward final destination.

Fate comes to all who wait patiently,
Mother Nature is imbued with ample patience to see off mortal man.
A pity she can't save all who will perish before her might;
But;
Rest assured;
Something more worthwhile shall take of humanities place.
Perhaps?
Another species of moth
To entertain in their twilight romance,
As they face the moon and dance.