When the sky
refuses to roar.
When love walks
out the door.
When the flowers
refuse to bloom.
When the leaves
fall to their doom.
When the trees
refuse to be strong.
When the birds
cease their song.
When the bells
refuse to chime.
When a poem
loses its rhyme.
When a child
refuses to be bold.
When a hand
let goes its hold.
When the smile
refuses its charm.
When the life
is put to harm.
Then, we shall
know, my friend.
The world has come
to its end.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
When the sky
refuses to roar.
When love walks
out the door.
When the flowers
refuse to bloom.
When the leaves
fall to their doom.
When the trees
refuse to be strong.
When the birds
cease their song.
When the bells
refuse to chime.
When a poem
loses its rhyme.
When a child
refuses to be bold.
When a hand
let goes its hold.
When the smile
refuses its charm.
When the life
is put to harm.
Then, we shall
know, my friend.
The world has come
to its end.
