A day was coming, Of dread and fear.
A day that no one wanted.
The weeks became days, Days became hours, Hours to minutes, Minutes to seconds
The day came, but not the fire.
There was no smoke or tears or blood.
The end of the World did not come.
Flowers bloomed and bees buzzed. Gusts of life filled the boughs, animals came to be.
The day the world ended came much quicker than we thought,
But the end of the world did not come, it seems we worried for naught