The ocean sighs with each breath it takes.
One could its salty body.
Some day it will dry up into a simple lake.

People will cry out, "Oh, no!",
for the end would be near.
Then there wuld be no more crops to sow.

Sweet sorrow will pillage the world.
The beauty will die out into nothing.
Then the black hole will devour Earth in one whirl.

The sky will be no more.
The earth will sing its last melody.
The childs first breath will go down in alienated folklore.

With each simple song the earth sing,
and with everything that is so wonderful,
how can we go down in life's history as nothing?