When the leaves have all fallen and turned
away to brown. The wind will stop blowing
and they won't make a sound. All the animals
that once roamed the lands will take shelter
in the ground. And comes the end of man.
The sky will turn to gray and forever be
blue.The sun will turn black and never again
shine on you.
Mrs. Vicious Demon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-221/
