I peered through my imagination
with eyes that could in dreams tell
of a world devoid of destruction
inscribed in my heart forever

My lonely brush dances on the smooth canvas
with each patten rippling crest after crest
until my imagination blazes a trail
a rebirth of serenity!

The moon speaks in bright palette
a language only spoken in tranquil climes
the leaves opens-up to the sun's warm embrace
a rebirth of nature!

For when this world rolls away
and our pains erased from memory lanes
then shall our long lost dream come alive
the end of the world,

,  the beginning of a new world!