The cities will be ruined
And what will remain will be
Heavy dew, thick mist, dense grass
Fields, far as roads once ruled
The drunken parties of men will be gone
Fled into the fifth watch of
Galaxies, tunnelling into oblivion
Somewhere near the speed of light
Passing are all ruined palaces
Empires will crumble, as if gladly
To make way for the new
The coasts will swallow peninsulas
The skies will perform cleaning
Volcanoes will erupt
And broken gates will ease in
New wild gardens, waterfalls
Over bridges, time renews all
Life does not question, she moves
While we rest in moments of snow
Beneath migrating rains
The gravestones of Earth will be hidden
Only the voice of screeching owls
Will remind the lantern light
Of Nine Spring mornings
What all was once, can be again.
Wuji Seshat 
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