Survival

Rolling green plains Shady country lanes Fresh and clean After every new rain. Building upon building Will soon take its place And then it will be A place people don’t want to see. Mountains so high Towering toward the sky Their canyons of beauty You rarely see an eagle fly. Someday soon They will never be For they will all crumble into the sea. Desert land Untouched by man So hot So dry Kissed by flames from the sky. Through all the windy storms This barren land will bore A life of it’s own Under every stone. Pushed to the hot dry land Living in the deep white sand Embracing every thing that can be known About how creatures can live under a stone. With that knowledge we will try to survive Until this whole earth slowly dies.