The cities will fall quiet,
Will shudder and stop.
Left behind are concrete canyons and bridges cross river spans,
As our echoes linger on.
The trees will take back the 'burbs,
The seas will sweep into the cites,
With all of us left watching from the hills.
Want to know what the last sounds will be?
A symphony of cell phones switching off for the last time.
Car engines sputtering down to a stand still, then gone,
Everything standing still as the world spins on.
I think this wouldn't be such a sad thing.
Everything could go green again.
And we would be free to talk once more.
Brother birds take the back the skies,
Sister wolves the mountains,
Father whales the sea,
Mother sky blue once again.
Our home whole again.
And our own
Mothers,
Sisters,
Brothers,
Fathers,
Will remember their families before an end.
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