Legacy

This ball has never dropped

Neither has its path been cropped

A marble won in a cloudy past

By design, humans were never asked

We are good, getting things undone

Nature’s no complainer, even if its end’s begun

Remorse, we refuse to own

Before us, no sins to atone

The future’s an embryo, already here

It’s limbs will carry others, after we disappear

Mountains, lakes, oceans live on

All in hibernation, since dawn

Their days are long, as we race towards twilight

Legacy of beauty, we scar by our blight

We can do better

If only our desires are taken as a fetter