Their Children's Graves

The day came when the Sun did not shine, the Rain would not fall, and the Wind refused to blow. The Planets wept but ignored were the tears of these celestial bodies. The Stars grieved the tragedy, their brilliance lost; the clouds grew grim, dimming the sky. The Trees howled, enraged by the injustice. The Earth quaked in its sorrow. Flowers wilted, creatures fled, as mankind buried their heads in mournful shame. "How can this be so?" they wonder "Why does space itself tremble in wretched sadness?" The World has finally had enough No longer will it simply watch as we look sheepishly on what we have produced, Forget, and repeat. In vengeance, it will punish, as it cries before their graves.