The Virus

Through my bathroom window
I see the sun, 
the unbroken sky, 
the trees in bloom
And I remember that 
As humanity panics 
And hoards 
And bickers 
The earth does not care
Nature is dispassionate
So when this is all over
Millions of years from now 
The earth will see us as 
Nothing more than a single cough
That passed through its atmosphere and
Dissipated into the universe