When the last sun sets and darkness claims the sky,
The stars will weep, their light a distant sigh.
Oceans still and mountains bow in silent prayer,
As the world takes its final, solemn breath of air.

Whispered echoes of life now fade away,
Shadows dance where children used to play.
Memories linger like ghosts in the mist,
A final kiss from a world that won’t exist.

The wind sings a song of forgotten dreams,
Carried away by time’s relentless streams.
Trees stand as sentinels, witnessing the end,
A story of a world that time could not mend.

In the stillness, a profound peace is found,
As silence becomes the only sound.
The end of the world, a symphony so grand,
Written by nature’s own gentle hand.