riding the wind like a bird
the ground far below blurred
but it’s no deterrent
for the easy glider riding the wind’s calm current
with a view of the beautiful world below
he knows he can land where he wants to go
the easy glider cruises airways defying death
knowing it could be his last breath
defiantly setting aside fear
high in the atmosphere
to experience what few others see
that high altitude beauty
In the aftermath of the global nuclear war the earth wept toxic radiation, killing the remaining living things slowly and painfully.
Poisonous gases weakened the planet’s struggling species worldwide. Once lush forests were transformed into wastelands. Skyscrapers that once kissed the heavens now reduced to steel skeletons. Human shadows etched on concrete, gruesome portraits depicting their last moment of life.
The human race had finally fought it’s last world war. Chaos reigned as the last vestiges of civilizations turned to dust. History erased with no trace for space explorers from other worlds to see. No record of humanity.
No. The only survivors will not be able to talk with any celestial visitors. They’ll be flattened under surfaces of all kinds, scurrying around and scavenging in dark places unseen by prying eyes. Just like their ancestors for millenniums past. They were built to last. That’s why cockroaches survived man’s follies. They were the one species mankind could not drive into extinction.
Aprilis – aka April – arrives every year
with rainy benedictions
for the atmosphere
nature to revive
awakening the land