As the sky burns
With the rage of 1000 suns
I find myself drawn to a simple field of flowers

I walk among them, inhaling deeply
Each breath a bittersweet reminder
Of the world that once was
Of the world that could have been

Lungs filled, I am oddly at peace
At one with nature's final act
The cycle almost complete

The scene now fading to black
I take one long last breath
The circle is at the end
There is no going back