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.