We put our message in a bottle

And sent it to the stars

We wove it in to every word

And every piece of art

We scrawl it onto varnished desks,

In smudging chalk and stone,

In flint and brass and fibreglass

With soul and mind and bone,

But fear that for milennia

We've screamed our hopeful call

In an isolated forest,

With none to hear us fall.

A/N: oh, look! It's despondent-existential-poetry o' clock! 

This is based on my entry to the Weekly Poetry Contests by @seowonkim (go forth and check out their contest! Or don't, I don't mind. Whatever you'd like to do.)