The World Will End

The birds will sing no more,
Trees have fallen by the score,
Seeds were drifted to the shore,
The birds will sing no more.

The flowers shall not bloom again,
Neither shall come the rain,
The bees shall wait in vain,
The flowers shall not bloom again.

The sun will glare in the sky,
The fountains shall run dry;
There will be no water for you and I,
The sun will glare in the sky.

The world will come to an end,
With the calamities heaven will send;
If man's evil ways, he shall not mend,
The world will come to an end.





by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento