The Last Dream
One cold winters day
in the middle of spring,
when the birds couldn't fly
and the bees didn't sting.
The seas and the rivers
are filled to the brim,
but the frogs couldn't jump
and the fish didn't swim.
All the fields were bare
the skies almost dark,
cows couldn't give milk
and the dogs didn't bark.
All the water polluted
the air getting thin,
they just couldn't accept
that mankind didn't win.
People were dying
everything was gone,
and they still couldn't realise
what they had done.
This was my dream
of the end of the earth,
and the species that didn't
realise it's worth.
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