Huge billowing pink-hued clouds in the sky
Nodding daffodils tilt their heads as I pass by
The end of the world is nigh
Another paradigm will die

Rocks remain solid beneath my feet
The waters, as still as a glass sheet
Silhouettes of trees at dusk
The sounds of the ripples as the winds adjust
A more peaceful place I could not find
But the end of the world is nigh

The air is crisp and I can breathe
It’s warm enough, with only a slight breeze
Snow on the mountains, far off in the distance
But the end of the world is nigh
I’m meant to shudder and cry

If I let go of fear and hope
Drop them like a ***** rope
My mind is free from expectation
My heart open to liberation
Now I can stop and see,
All that is around me…

The first stars in the evening sky,
The fading light,
The mouse, in the tree stump close by
I can appreciate this temporary beauty
And feel the real call of duty

Even if the end is nigh
I will not die,
I will not sigh,
I will not cry,
I will fly on high

Fear is far from my mind
There are much better things to find