Voices laden over the meadow lark meadow.
For many a century life had been wonderful.
The stream was running blissfully, while the fish swam joyfully.
Life in the meadow was amazing, and everyone was happy.
Until one day a lone sparrow etched his way into the meadow.
Not only in the meadow, but in the queen meadow lark’s heart.
As soon as his disease was started, the stream started to dry up.
When the stream dried up, the fish swam to greater body of water.
Then, one by one every single tree died.
Finally the king meadow lark singing his kingdom dead, flew away as well.
All that was left was the sparrow, the queen, and all the faithful servants.
In a cold, dead world. The environment dead, and everyone else gone.
She may have her friends, but her king will never return.
