**There's Nothing Left in the World Anymore**

In silence, the echoes linger,
Whispers of longing, remnants of days—
Where laughter once danced upon sunlit shores,
And dreams wove golden threads through the fabric of night.

The trees stand like sentinels,
Their leaves a gentle mural, now faded,
Once vibrant greens and splashes of gold,
Have dulled in a weary embrace of dust.
Birdsong is but a memory,
A haunting refrain laced with melancholy,
The hills cradle shadows,
Where youth frolicked in fields of daisies,
Now tarnished by time and neglect.

What happened to the stars,
That painted our skies with cosmic tales?
They blink now,
Like weary eyes,
Staring down at the scars of a world unraveling.
The moon, once a guardian of dreams,
Is veiled in layers of despair,
A witness to our disillusion,
As we wander through the remnants of hope.

There’s nothing left in the world anymore,
Just the hollow echo of footsteps,
Reverberating against cracked sidewalks,
Where children once played;
Their laughter, a symphony, now silenced.
In...