They rise out of the dunes
The sands of time
To overtake
To destroy

The birds stopped  whistling their happy tunes
But it's too late to notice anyhow
Nature was just a concept created by the romantics
To entice, to pleasure
To distract us from the truth

Life has gone underground
To make way for a new age
One in which even the simplest things have been reworked, reconstructed,
Placed into a far more complicated system

We rely solely on this system
Take it away and we'd have nothing left
No where to run
No where to sleep

The peace of yesteryears is gone
The serenity of a sunny afternoon has vanished all too easily
The clouds are dark
The sun is muted
The trees are bare

Three cheers for technology







There's nothing there.