Why I Stop

Sometimes when I stop to look
the thought comes to me that we,
you and I, may be among the last
ever to see living nature in its context
through purely human eyes.
Really, that’s why I stop, why I trade
moments of my life for the sight
of these blossoms. We could be,
you know, among the very last ones.

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