/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
>And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

>And frogs in the pools singing at night,
>And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

>Robins will wear their feathery fire
>Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

>And not one will know of the war, not one
>Will care at last when it is done.

>Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
>If mankind perished utterly;

>And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
>Would scarcely know that we were gone.