Earth's Soft Apocalypse

The revolution will be soft:

 

After the dust has settled

On the rubble

On the remains

On the ruins

Of a millennium worth of human creations,

 

I will stand on the edge of destruction

And let it decay and decompose

Until only remains the growth 

Until the growth blooms

Until the bloom prospers.

 

The grey damage will be girdled with green

And the brown underneath shall glow like gold

My womb shall birth trees and peace

My chest shall expel clean air

My hands shall learn to nurture again.

 

The moon shall meet, back in their rhythm,

Her friend, the ocean again.

The ocean will now rise and fall

The ocean will now bless all land

The ocean will now bury the end.

 

The ocean will sing to the sun

And soothe his seething anger

He will learn the calm of the moon

He will learn the contained force of my forests

He will learn the tenderness of my soul.

 

The revolution will be soft, but it will be invincible.