Simple seas and rivers of stripes
Artic cities and ghost towns
Towering Metropolises overhead / Sunken valleys 
Carved by remnants of space
Forests that will shatter with a tap
Mountains made of riches and oppositional gravity
Jungles that breathe the color of our sun
Harmony can be found in her cohesive structure
Ancient ruins that lead to caves covered in discolored stalagmites
Our beautiful home, soon to be lost like Juru
From the boiling sea to Mt. Mundru
The last rainbows expel from their home in the canyon
Old world versus new
Colors and flames
Ice and Darkness
All worked together to create her melody
From the start, we were born
Our Mother has decided that it’s time
To give back to her, what we found through life
What once fueled us is now destined to be our destroyer
The beauty of our home to hope ceases here
He will carry our legacy onward, to new worlds
We are all just dust / Who will soon be fed to 
Our once-nurturing, now impatient, crimson Sun 
She is our new resting place