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Sentience

What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period of vulcanism Would quickly clean the skin Clearing any infestation Allow new things to begin. First came grass and weeds, Followed by spreadIng trees, Skies full of returning birds Flitting insects, droning bees. Animals occupied Ruins left by man Earth slowly returned To its interrupted plan. Soon the shreds of Plastic waste Being Man’s only Lasting trace. In a very short time Mankind had gone Earth had shrugged And just carried on Perhaps the next infestation Would be more compliant To the wants and needs of Its benevolent host giant. A minuscule spot of dust In a universe so vast Without concern for any Concepts of future or past.

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Date: 7/8/2025 2:12:00 PM
it's wonderful to see a poem of yours here today, terry - i've missed your writing! you've posed excellent and very philosophical questions here and i love "plastic waste being man's only lasting trace." unfortunately, i think there may be a lot of truth in that line...
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Date: 7/8/2025 4:27:00 AM
A very deep poem, prompting contemplation. Thank you. John Gurdon a Biologist and agnostic and John Lennox a Mathematician and atheist, both famous , became Christians during theirs life's work. They must have thought about our plant and mans question' why are we here' ?
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