The Warm Awakening
A haze of flickering flies dance, seemly with no purpose or direction,
like a TV in need of a signal
The sky vast and infinite above looms ever growing, ever blue,
a dusting of tranquil clouds suspend effortlessly
Green escapes from every pore, every conceivable crevis
where once cold, harsh stone stood strong and ruled,
now nature and life become abundant
Fresh and new besides relics of past necessity
Did these designs of function and structure ever imagine their solid, powerful
density being compramised by delicate roots and saplings, overcome by creeping
colour, smothered beneath teeming greenery
It would appear not, for in those long, bleak winter months they had lost all memories of the warm awakening.. and with that came spring..
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