One Hundred Years From Now

One hundred years from now when I am long gone
And there is not one mention of my name
Life it will carry on as it has always
And people will enjoy their weekend game

Of golf or tennis, bowls, football or cricket
Or whatever work free leisure they enjoy
And birds will sing on bush and tree and hedgerow
And lark to sing up to the clouds will fly.

One hundred years from now when I'm forgotten
The migratory waders will fly to the northern Spring
And raise their families by the Arctic waters
The call of Nature is a marvellous thing.

One hundred years from now the crimson lory
Will lay her eggs in cavity in tree
And little blue penguins will nest in their burrows
On grassy heights above the southern sea.

One hundred years from now there will be roses
And wildflowers in the Spring will come to bloom
And despite the high increase in the human population
For Nature's beauty there will still be room.

One hundred years from now You'll have the rich and famous
And the forgotten millions living in poverty
And there will be wars and rumors of destruction
And things won't have changed much in a century.