Progress

The roar of engines fills the air Faster, louder; they don’t care Power surging through the ground I can feel the energy, the sound The feather and the snowflake fell The upward and the downward swell Silently their path through molecules of air Floating effortlessly they share Teeming with delight There is no end in sight The senses all suggest It’s further than you think, at best Artisans galore, they fashion new Designs come forth from thoughts they brew Not losing time through false alarms They build upon the earthly charms On into chaos the ordered pair would say Days and nights passing quickly on the way Time is seeking what you share Will you go there, will you care?