The Final Result of Man's Earth

Deserts stretching as far as the eyes can see Lake beds and rivers Once teaming with life lie dormant Most dried with cracked mud A lovely pattern of cracks As intricate as any spider’s web Hills which once were covered with trees Plush and green Full of life All gone in fire and heat Not even a blade of grass remains Naked and barren Their stone reaches for the sky A sky of unending heat With no breezes, no rain to cool it It roasts all who looked for a single cloud A cloud that never arrived What has man wrought upon the world? A world that a gracious God loaned to them Green, plush and inviting to human kind They did not realize what they did Lives ended in the name of progress Lands decimated to feed the living Now, man is gone The animals are gone All that is left is a dead planet Without a single blade of grass to start again Was this God’s plan? Or did man try to go beyond God’s plan? A stupid fumbling child Thinking that he was more than God With that thought he destroyed a world And with the world he destroyed himself All in the name of progress