The Wasteland Planet

A lifeless, dirty, rocky sphere,
Drifting aimlessly through space,
All things fresh and green are gone from here,
Left here is only waste.

Once verdant lands and deep blue seas,
Are cold and barren and black,
The rivers are dry and strewn with debris,
They now resemble beaten tracks.

This world has ended and has felt time rage,
No more lively, vivacious greens,
The land is thick with the dust of age,
And a crust of skulls and dead machines.

Rubble and dirt are all that remain,
Ashes and dust and grime,
Signs of panic and death and pain,
Embossed forever by the weight of time.

The wasteland planet drifts silently by,
Its life-force spent and used,
No-one mourns it, none are left to cry,
The gift of life abused.