Firmament of White Puffs

The firmament of white puffs began to soak with salted tears, Raining down on Earth's solid desiccated exterior, Depression strife war and famine for all its years, With increasing disease defeating peoples' interior, The depths of its being slowly decay, The Earth's creator waits patiently while it ages, The world is suspended in a disarray over future dismay, No matter what belief we all know it will have final stages, Until then the earth continues to cry, Leaving a rainbow of hope for change, But soon all will be lost with no hope to try, No common ground among leaders for peace to arrange, Soon the Sun will no longer illuminate the Earth, The World will eventually become dark and alone, Some pieces of dirt and clay will have some worth, Blown by the wind to ascend to the golden throne, The rest of the Earth will become inept, It will be to late for any more of its tears, The Earth's problems will soon no longer be wept, The Earth doesn't know that is one of it's biggest fears, So the Earth continues to leak, Until the day inevitably comes, The whole will be shocked and unable to speak, The day everything ceases to move and numbs.