The Lands Last Drops
The sky rumbles
Trees fall
Rivers dry up
As if the end were to come
The environment shrinks
Cities expand
Everything seems like a big piece of art
Animals die
Many become extinct
Trees go after their sleep
and forget to catch up
The air has changed
It is not the same
The sea has turned into
a large bomb about to blow up
This world will soon come to an end
if we do not put our effort
and wait until the end
Lets say goodbye to the end
And toast a new beginning
With nothing to worry about
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