But at one point, during the age of cognizant primates, unconditional regard invaded. Out of this world, it came. Descended, like a falling star. Suddenly it was. On the planet of the apes. Dwelling in the deserted Smallville. And like a flower, it bloomed. Fragile, docile but beautiful. Truly one of a kind. Truly a sight. Again, life was born over soil. Miraculously, it swept the suffered fieldscape off its feet. Passionately, forcing its way through the arid earth. Then, amidst the remains of war and extermination, there was adoration.

Before long, a violent reaction. The celestial being was rejected and discharged. Due to infertility. Incompatibility. It was not meant to be. Supposed to be. A sad physics law. A wasteful reality. Unwelcomed, the living withered away, died. And nobody noticed. Nobody cared. How could they? For it was but a normal occurrence. In a sphere dictated by death, breaths were rare. Tick tock, knocking on the door. History was ready to move on.

Time stopped. Life cycle, broken. Somehow. Somewhere. Someone. Sorrowful & mournful. Grieving the loss of what could have been, severance of legacy. Shed they did. Unconditioned. Unconstrained. So the callous world could receive, perceive, for the first in a long time, one single drop. Fell from high above. Falling with power. With shaking impact. And percussive repercussion.

Silence followed. The lull before the fury. Fore the storm. That is to come. Is to revitalize. To make green. Make believe. Balancing the eco and restoring the extinct.

...

Spotted, a newborn on the fecund soil was. Preciously sprouted. Tasked to repopulate the land. Readied & abounding.

And all the hares rejoiced.