Desolate empty world
void of  beauty
a lonely bird
with no wish to sing
a single blooming flower
is it the last
no more to be seen
a barren tree
forlorn of life
waiting to crumble
sitting on dead ground
growth non-existent
an empty river
poisoned beyond repair
is this our future
is this the end
man-kinds legacy.
The picture above is my first try at art.