Hope after humanity's destruction of the planet

In the ashes of a world once bright,
Where stars above dimmed out of sight,
Hope whispers still through barren lands,
In broken dreams and withered hands.

The cities crumbled, rivers dry,
But in the dust, a newborn cry,
Echoes softly, through the night,
A spark of life, a flicker of light.

The skies are dark, the earth is torn,
Yet from the ruins, life is born,
A seed of hope, buried deep,
Awakens now from endless sleep.

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