Civilization

Stones carved by oblivion's first cut Stand erect, intricate in their design Shaped, created, generated by the sentient By creatures that once crawled up from the mud Now builders, the lot they have become The building blocks of life Great walls rise against the dawn Sun settles all while moving on The smooth surface stands majestic, tall Structures perfected over time's hard work Ideas become more solid than dirt and dust Flow into concrete cities built to last Buildings crumble, replaced, evolve again Glass and metals reach the sky high rise Wars dictate color, design and purpose Children inherit empty spaces vacated Empires fill in the void of the survivors Not satisfied to simply be alive Every stone must be turned over Every castle must be handed down With power to the young on history's command For a second chance to get it right Workers find perfection in the transformation Illusions preserved in rock as living spaces Must become fine art and beauty for the future Over there still being born, erected out of place