The Earth trembling, ground splitted. Relentless torrent of rage unleashed. The clouds going askew with innocent white, taking no part in the catastraphe. Prowling fury ravaging the lands, engulfing each grain of sand. Land locked in a merciless battle, sadness along with it. Losing slowly, losing will. Souls flying, remains left, though life is firmer then that. Doubt spreading, causing grief and hot tears to form. Hope, fragile as glass, yet clinging onto it like it's a lifeline. Let it break once, it is restringed, twice, and it's singed, thrice, and escape the fury. Feeling cold, reminising happiness didn't calm anything down. But... It game a bit of hope, a bit of strength, a bit of anew will. Slowly losing breath, struggling, a hand appears. Darkness obscuring it from view. Lunging towards it, grasping and clenching it. Pulled towards a light; blinding, yet... Warm. Bathed in warmth, memories slowly faded away. Never completely gone, but never really there. Death is too far early. Life is much firmer then that.
And crawling on the planets face, Some insects, called the human race, lost in time and lost in space and meaning