When people talk of our planet dying,
Although it’s hard to comprehend,
What are we actually talking about,
When it all comes to an end?
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Is it a completion of what was started?
A brand new state with no more pendings.
A story that’s been fully told.
A story that has no alternate endings.
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There are endings, and there are endings.
Stones and rocks no longer worn with time.
All part of the great abandoning.
No penalty, no half-time.
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All those finishing breaths.
No more late night shopping.
No more incurable diseases.
The ultimate stopping.
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No more sleeps and no more dreams.
No more tears or sighs.
No more glorious sunsets,
As the planet dies.
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No more searching for anything lost.
No more emails to send.
No longer a requirement to remember things,
As it all comes to an end.
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No packing of suitcases.
No more fires to put out.
No more timings or count downs.
Everything opting out.
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No more puddles to step around.
No more sorry sights to see.
No trying to lose weight.
No wildlife running free.
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No more sending messages.
No more fashionable craze.
No more births or deaths.
An end of nights and days.
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No more philosophising.
No darning of a sock or a sweater.
No accidental drownings.
No more making things better.
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The final wash of all ebbing tides.
The end of all pain.
Goodbye to all the elements.
Nothing left to attain.
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No more going in and out.
No more to and fro.
This would be the final one,
As far as endings go.