The cold sets in
Rose petals fall one by one like all the what if’s
Cascading streams of shriveled up death where there was once a River of Hope
A pile of rubble where there was once a Temple
Atlantis is long gone
All that is left is the hole at the bottom of the ocean where it once thrived
Like a lone surviver sitting on the shore of planet earth
Turmoil mixed with sadness and wonder as he peers across the galaxy
To behold such beauty  and vastness
Is grayed from the amputation of hope from the heart