one day the sun will get tired of the moon
the moon will get tired of the stars
the stars will get tired of the comets

one day the trees will get tired of the leaves
the leaves will get tired of the bugs
the bark will get tired of breathing

one day the ocean will get tired of waving
the fish will get tired of swimming
the boats will get tired of floating

one day the animals will get tired of roaming
the hunters will get tired of chasing
the grass will get tired of growing

one day the ears will get tired of hearing
the eyes will get tired of seeing
your fingers will get tired of feeling
your senses will get tired of sensing
but most of all, your heart will get tired of feeling

one day the days will get tired of smiling
the nights will get tired of frowning

inevitably the end of the world will come
however my world will only end when my smile fades, and my butterflies have flown away
and that will be my end
when my eyes no longer see you
my fingers no longer touch you
my ears no longer hear you
my heart no longer feels you
will be when my lungs no longer push for air
when my heart no longer beats its usual rhythm
that will be my end