The End of All 

What is left? 

 

the sky’s love for the sun as it holds it in its warming embrace 

diminished 

the calls of hidden nightingales lingering in the treetops 

silenced 

 

the tremors in the earth as elk herds approach under the cover of the fallen night vanished 

the fields of green shoots dotted with bursts of gold petals tangled in the breeze obliterated 

 

And for what? 

 

our pockets which once carried the start of the new 

empty 

our cities once a land of hope dreams life 

burned 

our dreams of greatness prosperity and joy 

crushed 

our lives as living creatures blessed with a place to call home 

lost 

 

What can renew? 

 

every horizon line once splayed with otherworldly colors engulfed by 

tornados 

every cave holding secrets stories treasures shrouded by 

avalanches 

every dirt floor that marked the start to many lives shattered by 

drought 

every smallest flower and tallest tree murdered by 

wildfires 

 

Is it all lost? 

 

but beauty 

gone 

but foulness 

gone 

but life

gone 

but death 

gone 

 

A spark? 

 

of nothing 

something 

of something 

nothing 

of an idea 

reality 

of hope 

despair 

 

The outcome? 

beauty in 

destruction 

beauty in 

pain 

beauty in 

hope 

beauty in 

love 

 

Nothing is beautiful. 

 

there is nothing we anyone no one can 

do 

there is no time 

left 

there is nothing 

more 

there is nothing to ever 

exist 

 

But can we face the truth? 

 

we cannot

hide 

we cannot 

run 

we cannot 

lie 

we cannot 

deny 

 

The Earth? 

 

it has come 

don’t hide 

it is time 

don’t run 

it is true 

don’t lie 

it is here 

don’t deny 

it has come 

you can’t hide 

it is time 

you can’t run 

it is true 

you can’t lie 

it is here 

you can’t deny 

 

“The World Is Ending” 

lies 

The World Is Over 

 

 

Yet a glimmer of hope