Through the barren ground there was hope a tiny plant grew! The drought wiped man from the earth mined of all goodness. Without water the human race declined few were left to find.
Warnings ignored but the wealthy hoarded while most were denied. Rain became just a word in our history so from billions alive! Numbers fell to less than a hundred thousand a child's cry a rare sound!
Two centuries went by the numbers dwindled the earth like a huge prune! Vegetation withered sand replaced fields the seas paddling pools. The survivors huddled in the many cool caves the dying planets slaves!
Then that day early before the unbearable heat two young humans saw. Under a shaded rock overhang rarely visited life they'd never seen. How could it be growing in this dry soil without water or toil?
Had nature at last regenerated starting to heal the air seemed to blow. A trickle of water bubbled up by the plant the small group gathered. Looking at the plant growing on barren land each touched it with a hand!
What none knew was from an underground lab in a secret city. Genetically designed plants and creatures were being unleashed! Deciding earth's only purpose experimentation before it's total deterioration!
Then the wealthy would move to a new earth they'd found for their rebirth!
Even to the end the wealthy still won! The Foureyed Poet.