Silverfish

Earthsong

Three dragon flies,
a purple sky,
the crackling sound of fire,
and children laughing.
This is the rhythm of the world–
A soft, dulcet tune.
It plays along the riverbed,
across the ancient kingdom.
Buried somewhere between the present and the future.
Buried under millions of terrible creations.
Of course made by you, for the "betterment" of society.
That's what you thought, of course.
But the world politely disagrees.
You disregard this, however, and continue to suffocate her
until she can no longer breathe.
And her desperate cries
don't seem to matter anymore.
The cohesion of your ingenious ideas
keep her contained.
Isolated.
Dilapidated.