When we're gone,
who will climb the
mountains & say "Wow"?
Who will smile at the
beautiful rocks, as we do now...
When we're gone,
Who will post their
pictures on Instagram?
Who will feel joy to
see their glam...
And after we're gone?
The mountains, the
rocks - they simply live on.
No wows, no smiles,
no likes & so on.
After we're gone -
the rocks, the mountains,
they just don't care.
There - for eternity,
with no one as heir.
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