#mankind
“In memory of those who made the ultimate sacrifice so others could reach for the stars.”
53 years ago today. ✨
let Stone sing
“There will come Soft Rain”
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)
THERE will come soft rain 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.
Source:Bartleby
p.s. a haunting tale that features this poem is Ray Bradbury’s short story of the same name: click here to read.
Flight has been said to be one of the great dreams of Mankind. In fact it merely harks back to Man’s ancestors, whose greatest dream was of falling off the branch. In any case, other great dreams of Mankind have included the one about being chased by huge boots with teeth. And no one says thatone has to make sense.
-The Last Hero, Terry Pratchett