A towering wave swept
over the sleeping land
where no wave had been 
before

The atmosphere was dense
with a sickly orange hue
where the gentle birds
once sang

Ancient ice floes melted
raising indifferent tides
where cities poke needles
into the sky

Our Mother wept and quaked
and her mountains fell
where once her children 
played

A lifeless stone now spins
around the eternal flame
where a civilization fell victim
to itself