My planet is slowly dying.
Temperatures have risen slowly over the years.
The sun is closer. Slowly expanding.
Every day I see the ships traveling on their charted courses, passing by casually.
They see me in my dimensional aspect, glistening with sweat in the heat with a smile. That's how committed I am to my home-world.
At any moment, someone could offer a ride to whereabouts unknown, but I would, as always, politely decline. Feeling the full force of the radiation
is good in moderation.
These days I can only handle so much for so long. I press on, doing my best to naturally disperse the body heat evenly, but I am always aware of the
Almost everyone else is shielded during this time. It's a funny sense of sadness when you realize such technologies are beyond your reach, that you
are part of a dying species who never learned such complex matters.
Still the plants grow and adapt.
I silently observe their adaptations.
In the spring, there are wildflowers.
On Blessed Days, there are thunderstorms and rain.
And so many pass by unawares.
We were the First, and We will be the Last.
edit on 7/18/17 by GENERAL EYES because: formatting resolution