The Valley

The flower turned to ashes,
Leaves fallen down the trees.
I stroll down a dusty street,
Kicking pebbles with my feet.
Her house burned to ground,.
as it lies beneath.

Cant imagine,
Cant recall,
How it's been.
It only stinks of war,
and of dead bodies.
Cant hold my breath,
I feel like going down.

Where sages shared words cryptic,
That temple's nowhere to be seen.
I stroll down the street,
kicking pebbles with my feet.
while its remains,
lie underneath.

Valley's gone without a trace,
Only bodies, no face.
As I stroll down the street,
Holding my breath closing my eyes.
Kicking pebbles with my feet,
The last of the human race...