The world has burned
The nations have fallen
The rise of machine
Has come and gone
The wasteland now lies
Where forests once thrived
The people live
not in cities great or small
But in homes that move
Across barren fields
And dried oceans
In metal shells
Some said the end had come
Others thought hope yet lived
Many waited for their turn to come
Yet for most the world went on
Trees grew in moving cities
And rain fell as it always has
The world went on
Life adapts and grew
Machines carried humanity
Across land and sea
Keeping them safe
Keeping life alive
Yet the world went on
And life returned
Forests returned
Oceans filled
Yet creatures of today
Were fell and lethal
So life continues
Not in sprawling cities
But in rolling fortresses
The world had ended
And a new one was born
Poetria 1839 