This is a nuclear world
I walk by fields along a paved road
I don't smell the flowers or the grass
Fire and ash is all that fills my nose
Pavement burns the bottom of my feet
I walk along the dirt and grass that litters the side
Where is the clean crisp air?
Why does this field smell like a burnt husk?
Maybe it knows, the trees no longer dance
The grass and trees, flowers no longer sway in the breeze,
They know that their time is short
Soon they will be plowed over and filled in
Human will char the beautiful Earth

There will be nothing left but
Fire and Ash
the smell of nothing left