This poem was written while I was taking a class called Earth Science. It was originally called “Supernova,” but I thought “The End/The Beginning” sounded more optimistic. I enjoy writing poems with interesting rhyme schemes, like this one A/A/B/A that also has the B rhyme in the middle of the last line.
When ages have marked the lands,
When Africa’s desert sands
Are sea, when from molten gorge
Volcanoes forge new islands,
When mountains form in the wake
Of joined continents, when quake
And wave claim monuments built
By Man for silt and flake,
Then will the sun’s final flare
Erupt into flaming air
And fling earth’s cremains through space:
No last resting place is there.