“He looked on the city as it was swallowed by flame-flowers, their bittersweet smoke-pollen spreading like fog.
"Millennials,” he whispered.
He watched new continents spring forth as the seas drained back into the Earth, desperate fish learning to fly.
“Millennials,” he whispered.
He witnessed the wisdom of men take form and dance, no longer hindering the minds of we lingering immortal few.
“Millennials,” he whispered.
He saw the sun dragged to a fresh Earth, its brilliance dimming as we sang welcome to an eternal glowing night.
“Millennials,” he whispered.
Eyes shut, he listened as our voices resonated against the massive colony descending through the clouds.
“Millennials,” he screamed aloud.“
-QuietPineTrees