But a Whimper

"This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper – T.S Eliot " The warm sand moves with every slight jerk my feet make. The sound of the alarm is covered by the beauty of the growing waves in front of me. I know not to run, for I won't get far, This is much more than me and much more than us. When the shore glides back I can see the glossy sea shells, broken but still delightful, peaceful in the sand before me. Everyone else is running but I decide to stay. This sight is too breath taking. Absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen the sky tinted so elegantly maroon with slight amber to complemented its vast abyss. Stars near and far glisten like they're teasing my eyes. The birds are gone, not in the sky tonight. I wonder if they knew there would be no tomorrow? Maybe they fleeted away with family in hopes of finding safety. The water pulls forward and touches my toes. I now know that "this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper."