Parable of the Rain
And the rains came.
And the crops flourished. And we fed our families. And we were filled with contentment.
And we cut down trees, built tall cities, paved over greenways. And we were filled with pride.
And the rains dwindled. And we trampled the meadows, moved into mansions. And we were filled with greed.
And the rains stopped. And the forests burned. And the crops failed. And the animals disappeared. And we were filled with fear.
And the sidewalks cracked. And a flower pushed through, then a tiny tree. And we watered them with our tears.