The first to go were the fruits and nuts,

They came out of the closet to play.

Then the amber waves of grain decided they were gay,

Rejecting offspring to follow dreams.

Next the cattle on a thousand hills,

Erased their progeny before they were born.

The waters teaming with life,

Burned instead for one another.

The fowl filling the air grew foul,

Transitioned to lust against nature.

And then the man lamented ,

Why nature had turned against him.

The God in whose face he spit,

Spit back with fire and brimstone.