Humans gone, weeds move in,
ivy grins, it’s a win-win.
Tarmac cracks, dandelions cheer,
Look who’s boss of the car park here.

Shopping mall is a forest now,
owls on the tills, rats on the plough.
Supermarket shelves collapse,
foxes queue for midnight snacks.

Statues stand with pigeon hats,
history rewritten by feral cats.
Billboards fade, slogans rot,
no one buying, nature’s got.

Motorway’s a meadow sweet,
wolves go strolling down the street.
Traffic lights blink red to none,
blackbirds sing, apocalypse done.

Skyscrapers hum with bees instead,
moss grows thick on the minister’s head.
No more news, no more fuss,
earth don’t care, it don’t need us.

She don’t miss, she don’t moan,
she takes it back, she makes it home.
And when we’re dust, ash, or rust,
nature shrugs
thanks for the bust.