Deep gashes reveal the inner core of the Earth as it boils and seethes more and more slowly each day until it finally subsides in stillness and silence.
The face of the Earth is one of desolation, and destruction, instead of the thriving cities and scenic wonders that once made her so beautiful.
Here, a child once laughed as she played on the swings in the yard of her home; now, all that remains is a thick shroud of ashes, which was once an attractive brick home, metal swings and a laughing child.
There, was an impressive building which was filled, story upon story, with works of art - beauty from all the ages past: great symphonies, created by the Chopins of every century; books from an ancient pen; stone tablets bearing messages of long ago from a buried and forgotten city; old masters' paintings; and statues so delicate and perfect that it seemed as if they would have come to life in a few moments. In its place now, is a bottomless chasm in which the scorched Earth hides these treasures and symbols of her former heritage.
Cities, tall buildings, complicated machinery, super-highways - everything that once denoted a superior civilization is now lost forever, as are the foolish mortals who began this Death and Destruction; everything is gone as surely as if it had never been.
No more will the Earth be stirred by petty feuds or wars of any kind. No more will she harbor treasures which tell of the history of Life as she has seen it; neither will she view with pride her civilization progressing upward. Never again will she hear the laughter of her people as they work and play.
No more - for the Earth is dead.
January 6, 1962
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Wisps of Wonder
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