A Good Home, Nature, Poem

Nature vs. Humanity

There Will Come Soft Rains
Sara Teasdale

Blog Photo - Daffodils in Rain Trio

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

From The Language of Spring, edited by Robert Atwan, published by Beacon Press, 2003. Poet Sara Teasdale lived from 1884  to 1933, but her wartime poem feels appropriate during this time.

Thanks to Cathy for bringing it to my attention.