The trees are crying,
Water runs red with blood.
The ground shudders with sobs,
As a silver rain fills the air.
A droplet hits a bird mid flight,
And it falls to its grave below.
Another silver light strikes a young doe,
She collapses, her skull crushed.
A light mist shrouds the scene,
Once alive and green.
Everything the haze touches,
Shrivels and decays.
A plague without a cure,
Consumes the world.
Sometimes coalescing to create a tangible form,
We call him... man.
