When the ocean dried up we didnt cry

For our tears would never fill

The dry abyss that stretched ahead

Our boat would never float again

Puddles may pile

One on top of another on top of another

However the old wooden beast

Was gone for good

Red and yellow striped socks are soggy

Our crew is scrutinized by the sky

A flashlight cuts through a foggy haze

Yet not quite sharp enough to see an edge

Is there really an edge after the ending

The end of the planets pain

Or maybe it’s just our perspective bending

The clouds chuckle and begin to rain