Today is the death of hope.
It sees these leaves fall to gloom
and all that was spring
loose its sweet perfumed softness
as bright white blooms disintegrate,

Watches the clock tic tic tok
till time collapses and grief stops,
all moments ceasing,
all beings no longer being seen.

As all winds carry in
the burning stench of carrion,
and bitter stinging rays of radiation,
clouds spitting sickening poison
as mother nature screams in frustration.

Thus, the memory of humanity
recedes in embers and ash
burnt so quickly
and gobbled up as fast.
Till, only the void remains,
to mark the space where we
once rose and fell.