I believe that many days ago, when the setting sun rose only to set again, there was a strange peace on earth. I can remember that day well. The humming of the earth was foreign and delightful. I endulged in it as I would an old book or French film. I closed my eyes and lay back in the grass.

It was warm and fuzy. Like the beat of my heart, her breath; the wind, which ghosted over my cheek. Similar to a faint kiss. I pursed my lips in confusion as my heart seized in my chest and began to thump wildly.

I think it was many many years ago. 

When the days were long and peaceful. When the wind was gentle like a falling leaf on a clear surface. Days when the earth sung in it’s glory and bathed in it’s natural scent. 

But that was many many years ago. 

Nowadays, the wind is harsh and violent. The days are short and tiresome, hot and weary. The earth’s voice is coarse and strained when she tries to sing and it kills the source beyond the sun. City lights and clamored voices drown out her cries. 

And that was only minutes ago.