by Mary Etta Metcalf
climbing the hill i reach the top...the view is so desolate
i sit here contemplating the plight we all ignored to the end
the demise occured when we took our surroundings for granted
then i wonder where have we all gone
i look around the empty skies and wonder...where are the birds
the ones who sang to me once or captured my imagination
the aerial antics of courtship a mating pair displayed to impress
then i wonder where have we all gone
i view my surroundings...all is empty now...no creatures around
nothing to stimulate imaginations...to spark my interest anymore
all is bare...empty...lonely...no beauty to be seen...i am so alone
then i wonder where have we all gone
there is nothing left but bare rocks and sandy soil...so desolate
nothing to call home...nothing to share my world with...all is gone
i am the last of everything...there is no more...there never will be
then i wonder where have we all gone
as the sun beats down on me...i realize how thirsty i am...there is no water
no shelter from the sun or elements around...everything is decayed now
soon i'll be extinct...as the rest...species...plants...animals...even the cities gone
then i wonder where have we all gone
Last updated August 10, 2011