given enough time, it all tends to fall as it should
or at least, as it was always going to anyway
that is to say,
after long enough,
all of this will turn to dust

which is both comforting
and awful
like a gun

so, then, what is the point?


in a small clearing
the sunlight dapples the ground through shifting leaves
and the sound of insects mingles with the songs of birds
the creak of branches
the babbling of a stream
a little girl sees her first real, live animal
a deer
and it looks up and sees her
and it does not bolt
but blinks lazily at her
and goes back to grazing
her mother sees this
and is filled with warmth
and awe

just because we don’t all get to experience this
doesn’t mean we shouldn’t all protect it

don’t give up

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