The bud of life

The world, it died,
its last gasps heard far and wide.
Its oxygen bottled into pipes,
keeping the last remaining humans alive.

The plants turned brown,
nothing about their old existence around,
they forgot how to photosynthesize,
and gave up the battle of life.

As the blues and greens faded away,
slowly replaced by ashen grey,
a human hand found the last seeds,
of a budding plant.

And as millions of years led to,
one single cell grew to multiple,
so too that one bud grew many,
branches, leaves and roots.

And humanity was taught not to,
throw away precious commodities,
that we know will never regrow.
And maybe we heard them.
Maybe we didn't.