"But, the stars have no reason to fall,"
Said the bristly pine to the sea,
"But they suffer more than us all,"
To the tree the sea disagreed.

The stars can only wink at the trees,
While the plants can only wave.
But the trees watch the world's scenes,
As stars are so desolately placed.

And though the birds whistle sanguine tunes,
The flowers can merely dance on the wind.
Unlike the trees, stars, and moons,
At least the river can easily bend.

Flexibly the waters mold to any shape,
Moving with every trembling trend,
But the soil doesn't hold the same fate;
Cracks in the earth take longer to mend.

The earth says, "I won't mind pain at all,
As long as the river is around,"
And the plants cherish the birds' call
Because even THEY visit the ground.

But the stars, oh so silently, pout all alone,
Watching the frivolity of the passing of tides.
Meanwhile, Earth continues to turn and roam,
Trying to find a way to comfort the skies.

Soon after, humans entered the array.
They wanted to help, but things went amiss:
All they could do was destroy and invade.
The stars have been falling ever since.