There Will Come Soft Rains,1920. Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "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."
There Will Come Soft Rains,1920.
Sara Teasdale
1884 - 1933
"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."
I would love hearing the Martian Chronicles or anything else by Ray Bradbury
OK, I got it right away, the mushroom cloud spoiled it, but would anyone want to live with this singing clock?
yeeeees more sci-fi
Ray didn't have much faith in humans being responsible with the big bombs, little did kr know it would be PFAS that would be the real end of us.
2026!
Indeed. More possible with present tech