The morning burned with a arched crown,

The trees were falling all over town.

A verdict was told in a somber state,

No longer would these people be granted a clean slate.

The earth was dying as the seconds ticked on.

Homes were melted; the animals fawned.

This was a utopia, the text books claimed.

But dead they fell, like bodies maimed.

The sky full of stars felt dark and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.