Every thing's winding up dead.
High School students graduating.
Uranium turning to lead.
This is the Last Whole Earth.
All the others are gone.
Entropy's mower cutting the grass
Of life's eternal lawn.
I'm standing beneath towering trees
Wondering at earth and sky;
The sad/glad vision of endless life
You see when you're going to die.
I would like to sit beneath these boughs
Like a buddha, till the light shines through
Some truth I can hold and save and use
But there are people I must see to.
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