The World Will End

 The birds will sing no more,

Trees have fallen by the score;

Seeds were drifted to the shore,

The birds will sing no more.

The flowers shall not bloom again,

Neither shall come the rain;

The bees shall wait in vain,

The flowers shall not bloom again

The sun will glare in the sky,

The fountains shall run dry;

There will be no water for you and I ,

The sun will glare in the sky.

The world will come to an end,

With the calamities heaven will send;

If man's evil ways, he shall not mend,

The world will come to an end.

Note:

(This my own style of alliteration.)