Asleep on her eternal bed
She lay silent,
Calm.
Satisfied, with her lips twisted into a withering smile
Seemingly ready to part
But she wasn’t, was she now?
Her peace was something we would never allow
She was loved
While she lived and now
And as the year reaches 2550
I write to any survivor, or perhaps in hope of one.
We left a while ago
And there’s only a few us left
The rest were in the crash
A car we wrongly turned
Regret, regret.
Another fire burned.
(Save the Planet for The Children of Tomorrow)