Silence

The last leaf fell through the air,
It hit the ground and burst into flames.
The last tree was alight,
In the silence.

A pile of rotting flesh,
Was surrounded by the last, dying flies.
The flesh, smoking in the heat,
In the same silence.

Heat had come,
Slowly and surely.
It killed everything living,
Now there was just silence.

The sheer stillness of a dead world,
Once great and powerful,
Is now nothing,
But silence