As Earth Crumbles Poem by Andrew Lockley

Those summer nights bare the sun,
Will soon be nocturnal ever sleep,
Still the sleepers beneath have won,
Wither to slither the greens bleak.
The Oak and Redwood all grandfathers,
Rooted the forest through rough,
In the crumbling soil and bothers,
But tumble on dead lands scuff.

Great seven seas wash and wave,
Never as black you have been,
Night skies you stare cannot save,
As everything crumbles between.
Wilts and dark are the lands,
Ever since the suns been clouded,
Oceans write death on the sands,
Nothing to save the shrouded.

The last hop in a frog till it dies,
Creatures by crawlers wait out,
Under shadowy thunderous skies,
Birds and bees scatter about.
Even the night of stars do look,
And dark reigns but light depends,
The wilderness universe soon took,
As Earth slowly crumbles and ends.