In a hundred years from now, will our troubled world still exist?
Or will plants have taken over after we’ve been blown to bits?
I like to think that soon there’ll be a life of new beginnings,
but it won’t be on this planet, when we’ve all had our innings.
As the plants take over, our world will be in recovery
and concrete, plastic, metal will wait for rediscovery.
Where will we have gone? What unsuspecting planet will we find
to leave our hideous human stamp and plastic waste behind?
Submitted as an assignment to Helium.com