Humans once stitched
their names across the sky,
teaching smoke
to replace clouds.
Birds forgot migration,
Whales swallowed cities of plastic,
and forests learned
How to die standing.
But the universe remembers everything.
One dawn,
The wind stopped obeying mankind.
Roots broke through highways,
wolves walked through abandoned malls,
and oceans erased borders
with a single furious breath.
The last human
stood on a collapsing tower
and asked the eagle above:
“Who rules the world now?”
The eagle spread its wings slowly.
“Not us,” it said.
“Only life.”