In Awe of the Universe

While driving home recently amongst trees in a vivid array of fall colors, I commented out loud how I love that nature is reliable and consistently carries on, despite humanity being full of despair (ie. disrespectful leaders, fighting in Israel/Palestine and Russia/Ukraine, loss of civility toward others, etc). It is refreshing and comforting to me that nature gives beauty to all without judgement.

Danielle chimed in: "Hey, we read a poem about that!" 

When we got home, she searched through her files and sent me the following:

There Will Come Soft Rains, by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, 
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; 

And frogs in the pools singing at night, 
And wild plum trees in tremulous white, 

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.

The warmth of the sun shines on all, the trees provide oxygen to all. Thank you nature for providing goodness and peace to everyone for free!