Mid-February Sun


Picture by Leonid Afremov




Mid-February sun, burning hot on your face:

Welcome to the Age of Humans,

Climate changed by the primate changed.

We reached the sky, coming down from the trees:

Towers of men and other dead creatures,

And other dead seas,

And other dead features.

Meet me where the grass grows wild,

Meet me where the wind blows mild,

For columns of guardians breathe through these lands.

Meet me under a green canopy, where Humans and Nature shake hands.