Eyes on the last days the first of a few days, a reprieve or reprise it's still a surprise and we have to believe that what comes next will be good.
I'd touch wood but the Amazon's almost gone, taken by loggers who have flogged off the future
touching plastic isn't the same and I can't swim anyway.
There will be a renewal when nature spews out the drivel when new shoots push up to the sky, but nearer to the last day I'd have to say I won't be around to see it.