Nature finds every possible way to destroy humanity,
And I cannot blame it—we tried to destroy it first.
I wonder if our loneliness and detachment
are her quiet verdict, a way of letting us go.
It’s not men or machines, or the heavens we worship—
her storms and wildfires are only reminders,
echoes of Eden’s fall.

Apple trees will grow from beneath the pavement,
But who will be left to taste the fruit?