OR Not with a Bang but a Wimper*
I don‘t have a sense of time
Keep wishing to try to tell them
Green keepers honest and true
Tectonic plates are creeping
Turning quietly while we sleep
Their slumber stirring deeper
Deeper than our deepest sleep
And we cannot ever save
Truly save the Chesapeake
From the Ocean‘s widening maw
Which does not mean
We should not try
Nor should we give up
Give up on anything
Including new places to thrive
A cosmic surgery, maybe two
Could do until entropy ends
Yet, so often I wish it would:
Entropy‘s last grand entrance
The day that entropy dies
The day that everything ends
And we start all over again
Listen! Hold the shell to your ear
And you shall hear the ocean roar
And awaken to the last wave‘s call