When the leaves have all fallen and turned <br /> away to brown. The wind will stop blowing <br /> and they won't make a sound. All the animals <br /> that once roamed the lands will take shelter <br /> in the ground. And comes the end of man. <br /> The sky will turn to gray and forever be <br /> blue.The sun will turn black and never again <br /> shine on you.<br /><br />Mrs. Vicious Demon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-221/
