Ocean's rise like shattered glass,
Water's fall over immortality edge.
Babbling brook talk's no more,
Sun screams burn's out sunlight.

Air float's of towards open space,
Ozone layer expels it's gas in open air.
Nothing left of inhuman race,
Apart from food in cans and jamjars.

Birds fly off to the moon,
Man flies off to mars.
Moon maybe dead,
Not as much as earth.

Safe on mars thinking back,
Man opens his space box.
Realising he needs to go back to earth,
Forgot to pack his underwear.

Words by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-17 at 19:09

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