A poem for the earth…

I Reckon The End Will Come

I reckon that the end will come
one summer day for all of us 
sooner than we can imagine—
but who will be left here to care?

I reckon the once vibrant seas
will overflow with the carnage, 
that is sadly vacant of life,
but who will be here to care?

I reckon no longer will we pass 
our heirloom treasures on to those
generations who come after—-
but who will be here to care?

I reckon decay will someday
over take us, who are scattered 
by the reckless without regard,
but who will be here to care?

I reckon when the last tall tree
is felled by careless apathy, 
then the forests will lie barren,
but who will be here to care?

I reckon the poison of greed
will birth the realization
that life is not grown with money,
but who will be here to care?

--a draft by cjpjordan