The Final Song

Dancing down the spine of the violin,
the yellow noise fights through the shade of the jungle.

Listen closely:
the melody rips at nature's strings
and dries the already thirsty soil.

The world's end is a twinkling lullaby,
hushing the restless trees into an eternal sleep
and silencing the creatures of all terrains.

This endless tune sucks feeling from the senses,
numbing hate and love
until they are just sorrows of the clouds.

Mother nature is somehow drawn to this music,
her addiction to the soft rhythm
obliterating the atmosphere
sending her children to their demise
as they sing along to the catchy beat.

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