Laying upon the dust laden wasteland
The last man on Earth reminisces.
Bygone days like that of yellow sand
Riding the stale wind, his bare skin kisses.

Throat yearns for rivers that used to flow
Carrying fish with its mighty currents.
Earth’s green lungs blackened like the crow
Feasting on cadavers raining in torrents.

Phantoms of loved ones sustain his breath,
If only he’d spent more time with them.
He worked to live and lived to work to death,
Unaware how worthless were his gems.

Pursuit of happiness was man’s downfall,
For they sought it neglecting the essential.
Polluting, colluding until nothing was all,
Extracting the entirety of Earth’s potential.

War, famine, pestilence, typical ending.
If only the warnings were heeded,
And appreciation for nature’s tending,
Then maybe we’d have proceeded.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
Now it is too late to right our wrongs.