When all is lost and gone away,
And no more life to see,
No branches swaying in the wind,
No where for one to be.
No golden sun or sunset red,
No promises for time to keep,
For Earth has rest her tired head,
And fallen in eternal sleep.
An empty world to waste away,
No relief for her barren ground,
No end to night with dawn of day,
a lonely earth without a sound.
When all is lost and gone away,
And mother earth has rest her head,
The world is cold and dark and still,
And everything is old and dead.
Copyright March 13, 2015 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
