Sunny Thoughts

What if the moon decided not to rise up? 
But let the sun smile
Brightly,
Steadily,
On the Earth.

Would the waves of the ocean lose their rhythm?
And crash haphazard 
On the shores they 
So meticulously 
Created.

What would become of our marvelous forests?
Sky-scraping trees,
Centuries old,
Reduced to fire and 
Ash.

Who will be left to piece nature back together?
As mankind pops and sizzles,
Like ants under the 
Magnifying glass of 
Fate.