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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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