The sky will fall,
the wind will roar,
the sun will shine its last,
for when it comes,
as all things do,
the silence will fall.

Flame may roar,
the waves may roar,
but when it comes to us,
we will not fall,
for we are those that survive.

for as they come,
we will stand,
on a platform above the earth,
we will see it all,
through a glass floor,
and wonder all the same.

The sun may expand,
the ozone demand,
we stop pollution right now,
but we will carry on,
and see what we can do,
at this time.

(Authors note)

I really wanted to put.


It would be fun =)

The End

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