As the last trees are falling
and the birds are singing their final chorus,
we will find ourselves alone together.
We will consume ourselves and hope to be sated.
Night will transform into day as we hide from the traces of our reckless desires.
In willfull ignorance we will sing songs of artificial memories for which we can feel no shame.
The suffering of our planet and all its creatures will evaporate until it is gone like the morning dew.
In song, I will find myself alone.
