Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.And nature wouldn’t care.It is in its kind to go.Undisturbed!Uncaring!For the infant that helplessly relies on her.For nature nothing ever begins.Ever ends!Ever exists!

Gone into the distant thoughts of others   when I am no more than a memory.     Vanished into the clay of the earth,   gone I'll be into that distant memory.     When my voice dies...