Just a little bit left of the world we know,

All of the greens that we planted to grow,

Birds in the trees sing their chimes down below,

Come winter there will be a blanket of snow,

No footprints or tiretracks to disturb its glow,

The oceans still tide and the rivers still flow,

When we all died off the Earth stopped its row,

Now its just a tranquil space of indigo,