They approach tree stars, freshly fallen from the mother spruce,
slowly sipping crystal clear water puddled along uncovered roots.
It's been ten years since their adventure began, seeking rescue,
creating a family out of orphans and reaching refuge.
A difficult journey, molting volcanoes and seething sharp tooths,
escaping with their lives as hard times draw by like harpoons.
A charismatic bunch with unconditional love, animated like cartoons,
seldomly argue, avoided becoming ice cubes or drowning in monsoons.
They've lost plenty though, parents martyred for miracles,
a heartbreaking origin when the hero watched his hero go.
They've survived.
Protecting each other from what may come, weather or worse,
predators endured, overcoming odds beyond a measure of words.
Forever assured, as long as they're together they're never alone,
better than cold, roaming the Earth without the pressure of snow.
Day and night, they forget what it's like to be afraid to die,
to race the light through a tunnel or to forget the taste of life.
Now. They sway through waves of water hoping to chase the stars,
just as they fade their scars, something threatens to replace the marks.
It could be days apart, but in their aching hearts, they sense the end,
enjoying what they have left, quenching thirsts with their friends.
They've lived life.
Little Foot, Spike, Petrie, Ducky and Chomper,
feasting on tree stars and drinking glacier water.
Loving each other and the company they trade,
as the meteors fall ... catastrophe invades.
Embracing the conclusion of their fairy tale,
eternal bliss for a split second of a scary Hell.
In a land before time, the hourglass depletes,
and the dinosaurs we love are at last extinct.