Lullaby for the Second Millennium Poem by Jill Allyn Rosser

From the point of view of all time,
these recent changes signal
more a return to nature
than a departure, than degradation.
In the beginning, after all,
there was boiling rock.
Then waters arranging their bodies
around an era of softer forms:
lichen, grassland, swaying treetops.
Then creatures, movingly fleshed,
treading pathways that hardened.
Then pavement hardening
and cities, monumental.
Soon mostly rock again,
and radiant. More and more like moon.
Soon, sooner than is being thought,
there will be even more light.
The creatures will have stopped
being able to move
or be moved.
And the rock will boil.