There Will Come Soft Rains

There Will Come Soft Rains

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.

~ Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale schrieb ihr Gedicht "There will come soft rains" im Jahr 1918, zu Zeiten des ersten Weltkriegs und der spanischen Grippe. Auch heute, über 100 Jahre später, haben ihre Worte nicht an Aktualität verloren. Wahren Frieden für die Erde wird es wohl erst nach der Zeit der Menschen geben...