You, the last.

Gentle hush from the breeze

Arching down are tower-like trees

Flowers spring from the rain-hugged soil 

Red sand begins to coil

when sun starts to boil

As spring ends, the last sprouts bloom

then summer hits 

The soil turns dry,

the air swarmed with flies

everyday the centre of a natural spotlight

You wonder if the world could be any better

but soon emerges a swift change of weather

You see a light darting across the vast green field,

your land sealed with smoke

and a bright red blaze is revealed

As flames grab your home

embers blanket down

the last of your kind being hugged by the ash that's fallen down

You, the last 

but then you feel your final leaf as it sinks to the ground.