The Earth Is Dead I watched the clouds roll slowly across the summer sky. I saw a rabbit, a flower, a cat and a bee in the fluffy floating candy floss pillows. But these things didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered any more. No matter how beautiful the world disguised its self it was dead. Not dying or growing sick. Dead, full stop. I took a harsh rasping breath and lay down. I was the last one. The grass I lay on was plastic and the tree giving me shade was cardboard. I was the last living thing on this planet, not for long, but still the last. Even nature itself had dwindled of into nothingness. The air is no longer clean and it hasn't been for just over a year now. Each breath contains chemicals and carbon dioxide. One gulp of it can send you on a coughing fit that could last from a few seconds to ten minutes. The earth will soon also die of into to nothing more then a big deserted rock. I looked back up at the grey, stormy sky and let my soul free.