Easter Island
Once the island was covered by beautiful broadleaf forest
Where subtropical birds sang their choirs
But it is now gone because of exploitation
Only place it still exists is imagination
There exotic grassland stretches towards the horizon
But even now we can see stone figures that on the island have risen
Once of hope for the natives they were beacon
But now the natives are gone their hopes drowned and them themselves beaten
No one knows how the stones were placed
For how could simple culture with lifting those problems have faced?
How they could carry such stones the distance by which they are spaced?
But no one knows because evidence of how it was done were erased
Some say powerful magic had to take place
Or Gods whose likeness is depicted by on the stone carved face
Others say it is beings from other space
That with their presents’ earth would grace
Whatever the reason the natives reached their goal
But later their civilization exploited so much it had to fall
Most say it was antigravity used to put the stone not magic at all
But maybe it was as strong as full continuum antigravities equivalent connected to the soul
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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