Animals wouldn't care if man was gone,
Neither would the flowers or the ornaments upon the lawn.
The rain would still come and so would the snow,
Nature wouldn't change for the worse, if man would go.
The moon would rise and the sun would set,
Still with no worries, or sadness, or regret.
Trees would grow and would live to a ripe old age,
And birds would fly in the sky, and not watched in a cage.
The wind would blow, and so would the breeze,
Pollinating still, would be the butterflies and the bees.
Rivers would flow and the oceans would call,
And the mountains would stand, majestically and tall.
If man were gone nature wouldn't really care,
With no tears to cry, and only echoes of a prayer.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem