Authored: July 21, 2025

The silent dichotomy of the broken 
Under the purveyor of the darkening skies 
Asunder under the gaze of a watchful universe 
The fleeting sighs and whispers of branches unchallenged 
We watched and we yearned
We hoped as we prayed 
The Sun has left our shores 
The skies grow colder and more darkened.

The trees will remember 
As the world comes to an eventual end 
As all things do
The broken will come to a rest
The tired will sleep now 
The angry will rest
The laughter will fade.

This is the very end and the truth of life 
Of human life 
Under the starry skies of Earth 
A memory of the Sun
Of dreams that were and could have been.