Learn (or: The Nice Apocalypse)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The end of the world doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. This poem is a "what if" scenario I'd rather like to see.

Submitted: November 21, 2011

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Submitted: November 21, 2011



How was it done, by wish or by prayer?

The Earth itself had decided to care.

The world had slept, and by dawn’s first light

Terrific changes had come through the night.


Ten thousand years passed, and come what may

None of us had aged, not even a day.

What had changed was the world at hand,

It had fought back, it had made a stand.


Giant trees loomed in unexpected places,

No more Wembley Stadium, no more Ascot races.

The car parks were meadows, construction yards orchards,

Who would we fight, who would be tortured?


Oil rigs suspended in newly set ice,

The icebergs had expanded, doubling, twice.

Scarce beasts returned to lands they had lost,

And man saw the beauty progression had cost.


But what caused this change, we wanted to know,

What had made the seas clean, what had made the trees grow?

The only clue this, a word seen from space,

Left as a message for the human race.


Now the time’s come to take a stance,

What should we do with our second chance?

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