The river level falls – there’s algae bloom.
A virus thrives and causes human dearth.
Catastrophe takes some but makes more room
for others, on this planet of our birth.
We know no other place that’s such a womb
for life, so teeming as beloved Earth.
The planet will go on – life won’t abate.
It’s homo sapiens with dismal fate.

(Ottava Rima)