Stir from slumber to see green sky.
Don’t remember this on my last day.
Where now do I find myself?
Is this a new age, maybe of progressiveness?
Questions, no answers and so I go seek.
For too long I have been asleep.
I don’t recall two headed sheep.
Grounds are frozen by orange layers.
Those who I find kneel in eternal prayers.
With mutters filling where birds should sing.
I have to wonder what has been happening.
For these are not the lands I knew.
For the first time in nine millennia it all seems new.
Not in a positive way though.
As weeks turn months I see the truth.
This world is on the edge of plummeting.
For all my knowledge I have no answers.
Solutions have been whittled away.
Clearly this land will soon all go.
I make my peace while civilization wages war.
They still believe they can do more.
Final days out on the road.
I sit at the edge of a colossal gouge.
Life all over will soon pass the final line.
Thresholds cannot be restrained this time.
I make my peace while others try to flee.
Loved long enough to know when its hopeless.
Only regret is I spent so long in stasis.
Seconds remain as the world sheds its skin.
Convinced I am the last living being.
Smile as I wait for it to slip away.
After all this sight still holds beauty.
And then everything turns to white.
Searing anything not claimed before now.
Awakening for it all to begin again.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 