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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