Unsustainable Hope

The sunlight beams through the clouds,
The brightly glistening flora sheds its crown. 
Uniting in the tranquil meadows and vast fields,
Honeycombed with swarming bees and rabbit holes. 

Roses love but beware the thorns,
Daffodils whisper of coming spring,
Poppies dream a great many things, 
Thunder claps from high up so loud,
Lightning strikes from a darkened cloud.
 
Stars may wink last goodbyes,
And the Sun might just disguise, 
The moon may shrink and come to a naught,
Man will realize late enough to shed a tear. 
 Universe shall then turn to dust,
Flora and fauna will waste away. 
Man will then spend his time in darkness,
Hoping for a brand new day.