In the silence of the lunar dust, I stand alone, as shadows rust, Above the cratered seas I gaze, At Earth, now lost in a fiery blaze. The blue and green, now turning red, A planet weeps, our home is dead, Nuclear fire lights the sky, A final breath, a world's goodbye. From this distant, silent place, I watch the end of the human race, No cries can reach this barren land, Just echoes of what we once had planned. Cities crumble, oceans boil, A legacy consumed by toil, In the vacuum, no sound is heard, Just the burning of a world interred. Memories of a life once known, Now ashes in the twilight thrown, A testament to hubris grand, Left to drift on lunar sand. Stars above, indifferent, cold, Witness to the story told, Of a world that reached too high, And fell beneath an ashen sky. In the shadow of this lunar sphere, I shed a solitary tear, For Earth, our cradle, now no more, A silent witness on this distant shore. The silence now is all I hear, A planet's death, so stark, so clear, In the lunar night, alone I stand, The last observer of a ruined land. Yet in the darkness, hope remains, A flicker in the endless chains, That from the dust, we rise anew, A dream that one day may come true. For now, I watch, as silence reigns, A lone astronaut with heavy chains, On this desolate, cold moon, I mourn a world that ended too soon.
