May 5, 2006 -
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;...
Robins will wear their feathery fire,Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one, Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
-- Sara Teasdale
daily photosmay 2006