Authored: August 8, 2023

Distant streetlights flickering in the distance, under the heat of another day drawing to a close. There is no rain to be had, no coolness to come. The last Southerly now a distant memory. Some will say in some forlorn future, how they missed the cooling buster of yesteryear.

The trees are dying. The leaves are brittle and turning brown. There's a tiredness in nature, it's given up. The wind is a sigh, and there's not been a sign of bees for a year. Husks shall remain.

The Sun is a burning mess. Crimson skies no longer blue. And it's so hot that water is starting to evaporate, and the oceans are diminishing.

Night is no relief as winds die and the heat and humidity makes sleep difficult. Oh, and the flies and the mosquitoes have no downtime now. The Earth is changing. The cradle of Humanity is failing.

Long lost are the native sons and daughters who once tried to warn their fellow man. Everything was out of balance now. The Immune system of the planet out of whack. A thousand pain receptors on the surface withering away. Synapses flailing.

These were the final decades of the last generations. But humanity fought to the end. Oh, so they tried. They tried.