Empty

Dear succeeding Earth,

nothing but complete and utter silence.

Nothing at all.

 

Not even the slight sound of birds chirping or traffic moving.

No quiet whispers of the rivers a-flowing.

No flip-flops of feet turning on the busy streets.

No trees whooshing in the wind.

No rain or shine.

Absolutely no sight of weather a-brewing.

Time has stopped.

Mountains have crashed and water has subsided.

 

Nothing.

Nothing at all- just emptiness.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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