The Forest

THE FOREST

H. W. Bryce

The forest thrives, grows and goes on for miles.

Its beauty lights up the satellite’s window for

The encircling astronauts              whose food supplies

Are almost bankrupt.

This vast green of trees was their home when they

Left it so long ago. So swiftly the forest grew.

Now there is no human pollution to cripple it.

Where have all the smoke stacks gone?

Where the diesel engines, the long haul

Trucks – the truckers? It all looks so peaceful

Down there. This was their home. They lived

And breathed fresh air down there; they worked

And played and loved and LIVED down there.

The satellite’s last oxygen tank splutters,

Fizzles…out. Pfffft! The astronauts exchange

Their love for each other. Their communication

Links all remain silent, even of comforting static.

The astronauts’ last words hang there                     in space.

For all of time’s

continuum.

The forest lives.

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