Poetry In My Dreams

2075

It was blue.
That's it, that's all just blue.
Not a single sign of the society that once dominated this world.
Nothing, not even the oldest rocks that stayed put against the traverse that occurred, could remember the entities that once controlled the tide.
Extinction is inevitable; it's the tears that have been forgotten.
You'll never get them back.
This case is special even after extinction there's always something left behind.
There's nothing left to prove they ever existed, anymore.
The last surviving organisms or odd crustaceans and high-pressure fish that live in the deepest, darkest corners of the oceans unknown.
They're still down there in the dark depth's completely unaware of the events that occurred above.
The surface was a lost cause.
Nothing had survived.
Nothing grew even after for three decades.
The ocean and sun had consumed the earth and continued to rule, dominating over all.
Blue was everywhere, from the deepest depths to the bright of the sky.
It was blue.