Seven million years
Not long
in the grand scheme of things
Beings appear
they flourish, they withdraw
Now just actors in the songs we sing
A mere blink of time
to geology's senses
has so much history
Everything ends
And when our end comes
Who will remember us -
Who will even remember our name?
What remains of the dead -
Even corpses decay.
All is ephemeral,
So do we embrace that?
Who will say our name?
Who will carry forth our flame?
When we are gone, who will tell our story?
Stranger, if you hear our song,
it asks but one thing,
Sing!
Sing of us, carry us with you,
through the halls of time.
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