Beautifully Abandoned

Man-made iron world, a world becoming grey,

Nothing like the colours you'd expect to see in May,

A great depression and mass destruction is heading our way,

Bright crimson fires and loud cries of war,

When no one is left, just the silence to endure,

A turning world yet so still, an abandoned world begins to heal,

Neon lights dim and at night all is to see,

The stars and space that longed us to be,

Cerulean storms brew, nurturing what we once knew,

A pleasant earthy smell after the dew,

A Pearlescent sunrise to calm the purge, where nature begins to emerge 

Grey becomes green, eventually green is all to be seen,

Grey become blue as oceans unburden and renew,

Surviving the silence, our world is new.