The World Won'T Notice Poem by Gillian Commerford

The world won't notice when we're gone.
Perhaps our pets will miss us
be a bit forlorn
but they'll adjust;
the flowers will still grow
perhaps more wildly than before;
the rain will still fall,
the sun will still glow,
the building will gradually crumble,
the cars will slowly rust,
the roads will return to mud and clay and dust-
but the world won't notice that we're gone.

Perhaps God will look down,
shed a tear or two
but the air will be fresher in a year or few;
the fish will multiply,
the forests will grow tall.
Soon God will begin to wonder
why He created us at all.