At the End of All Things
Moons and suns rise and dipBelow the horizonYet still life flows onwardIn all of its gloryIcy winter crowned inMistletoe and holly and frost,Bound in crystalline perfection,Tender spring, sweetly singingSeductive in its melodies,Beckoning with ethereal tunes.Jubilant summer of golden hueOpening like a wildflowerAs the meadows burst in green,Changing autumn of wild windsAnd colors of raging flamesAnd those cool colors of the EarthShowering the skies with kisses.Yet still on spins Gaea, Terra,The Lone Blue Planet,Endlessly spinning throughStardust and the flickering cosmosWaiting for the end to finally come;When the storm will let looseAnd the flames and darknessUnleashHere, at the end of all things.…