Life Will Go On

Umair Zia's Nature Tutor_Sara Teasdale
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.

Owing to superior intelligence, humankind deems itself the noblest of creation whereas the truth is that the world is better off without us. We kill and wage wars and interfere in the ways of mother nature. But if mankind was to be wiped out, it won’t affect the other creatures. The birds will go about their business, the flowers will bloom when its time and the seasons will come and go, none of it would be affected by our absence.

Title: There Will Come Soft Rains
Year of Poem: 1918
Writer: Sara Teasdale
Birthplace of Writer: United States