When the sky turns gray and whispers cease,
The world will tremble, seeking peace.
Shadows will dance, casting their spell,
As silence descends, a solemn farewell.

The oceans will rise, mountains will bend,
Nature’s wrath, no soul can defend.
Stars will fall, their light dimmed,
In the darkness, hope will be trimmed.

Yet in the stillness, a spark may ignite,
A beacon of hope, piercing the night.
From the ashes, life will find a way,
To bloom anew, at the break of day.

The end is but a prelude to start,
A cycle of life, a beating heart.
In the silence, listen close,
The whispers of a world that never froze.