climbing the hill i reach the top the view is so desolate
i sit here contemplating the plight we all ignored to the end
the demise occured when we took our surrounding for granted
then i wonder where have we all gone
i look around the empty skies and wonder where are the birds
the ones who sang to me once or captured my imagination
the aerial antics of courtship a mating pair displayed to impress
then i wonder were have we all gone
i view my surroundings all is empty now no creatures around
nothing to stimulate imaginations to spark my interest anymore
all is bare empty lonely no beauty to be seen i am so alone
then i wonder were have we all gone
there is nothing left but bare rocks and sandy soil so desolate
nothing to call a home nothing to share my world with all is gone
i am the last of everything there is no more there never will be
then i wonder where have we all gone
as the sun beats down on me i realize how thirsty i am there is no water
no shelter from the sun or elements around everything is decayed now
i will soon be extinct as the rest species plants animals even cities gone
then i wonder where have we all gone
Death is natural, including the death of planets.
Our aversion to things natural is curious.
It would be amazing to experience what you describe, wondering if it is just you, how many more breaths will be safe to breathe.
Carve initials in a fallen tree.
Have to love- though none will see...
What am I a poet?
John
I'm glad I'm getting old; I now fear our planet will one day soon be a very desolate place.
Mary the writer is a shiny writer.
steve