The Apocalypse is Neigh Vs. Nothing At All

It would take more words
than gallons of water in all seven seas
to describe the passing of each breeze
and just as much emotion to move the pen to write.

But the sea will dry up
and with it the ink
even digitized files of all the recollections of man
returned to the carbon sludge from whence they came.

Cities watched from afar
that are founded, will flourish, crumble, vanish
and their artifacts are buried
and in one thousand years discovered, learned from and sold.

Every second, ten thousand people
push and pull against brick walls
and one million birds
drift on a lazy West wind.

Does the river struggle at all,
as it flows down the mountain?
Do rain drops protest,
as they fall into the sea?

In a last gasp of air, one discovers,
that the walls were never there.