A bird flew across a barren wasteland
Smoke rose in the air like a stirring dragon
A few creatures had survived
And they scuttled about
Their ribs protruded painfully
The bird continued its journey
Those pitiful mammals weren't worth eating
A few feathers fell onto the dusty plains
Next to a dried up riverbed
Which simmered like a dying snake
The bird kept flying on aching wings
It had a journey to find some place of green
Which smelled as sweet as possible
Even a patch of grass would do
Where it could rest its head
And die
Remembering for a fleeting moment
What the Earth used to be
