To those who look at the cities gray stare
burned into the ground and think -
We have conquered nature.
You have lived too much during the day.

For anyone who steps out of our save, little, warm shells
of modern construction,
 
-Into a winter's cool night,
-Into summer's caressing,
star-filled blackness,
 
-And sees how we cannot see past the green, green inked in grass of this shadow land.
 
-And hears the wind
wrapping through the trees,
wrapping around you.
 
Knows.
 
Humanity
has run away.
 
Too small in the comparison,
Too easily snuffed
out.