Shadows trickle in the forest,
\ntiny hurricanes of light and darkness,
\nSolar systems beneath branches,
\nflickering throughout the rustling underbrush.<\/p>\n
A soft tendril slowly uncoils upwards,
\nchasing the fleeting warmth escaping it,
\ntaunting it to reach higher.
\nHow sad is the fate of such fragile efforts!
\nDon\u2019t you know the world is doomed?
\nThe universe fated to cool,
\nto freeze all in immeasurable silence.<\/p>\n
Why, then, should this small, green string
\ninsist on rising from the earth?
\nWhen everything that lives is merely
\ngifted a moment to know its place
\nbefore being banished back to the oblivion that birthed it.
\nWhy would a tree want to touch the sky?
\nWhy does a flower unveil its glorious petals?
\nWhat is the point of struggling for a few mere hours of radiance?
\nOf suffering for a height that disappears as you climb it?<\/p>\n
When the penultimate truth of all that exists, is to die,
\nenslaved to the entropic genetic code of our inheritance.
\nWhat is the purpose of such sad beauty?
\nWhat meaning is embedded in the sun’s brilliance?
\nThat the inevitable ruin might not touch us for an instant,
\nThat life should persist in the brief time it has to be.
\nThat we might love the stars despite the encroaching darkness.<\/p>\n
When all eternity eventually succumbs to the Void,
\nThe only reason that remains at the end of everything,
\nwas for a single day when we could feel the hope of light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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