The Final Witness

It’s been quiet for some time now.

Just the sound of the wind.

The last lonely life on earth has become a monument

adorned with abandoned offerings from those who will never return.

All there is to do is wait.

There will still be beauty

in the dancing of the clouds,

in the crawl of erosion,

in the twinkling stars,

until the heat death of the universe brings undying silence.