All good things must come to an end.

She feels the earth shaking beneath her feet.

She knows the earth’s future is bleak.


She looks just beyond the horizon.

Only to realize that the sun will no longer fade.


The plants she pulls from the ground, die without those roots attached to the retched ground.

She walks away finding that the weeds are longer growing on top of that grand ol’ mound.


Running along the abandoned water bend,

She understands why the world is coming to an end.