The Old Realm

In greener days, when all was harsh and wild, our stories were sparse and our facts were few. So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child - eager to race from soft meadows of dew. Exploration, invention, 'crost the years. Centuries rolled, and the scroll extended. Minds grew sharper; we killed our primal fears. Revelation bursting - still not ended! Now, despite all marvels of glass and steel, we live under heavy cloud - an old realm. Histories too complex to make us feel. Knowledge - an ocean - whose waves overwhelm. How can we stay true to all that's been done, and still find spring's vigor under Eve's sun? 30 April 2023