The Great Desert

The End
will come and
be far quieter
than anyone
in our time
would imagine.
Our cities
will have long been
reduced to dust,
our species
forgotten by the passing
epochs. The End
will be nothing more
than the shriveling
of leaves of the last
remaining plant.
Only then,
with the world
barren at last,
will everything
be silent,
ready for
another start,
in another way,
in another time.