POST APOCALYPTIC ADVENTURE 10
Our hero feels the world breathing again
No longer ruled by stories of heaven and hell,
No longer forced to plot numbers in excel
For Nature now reclaims her throne again
The great reforestation,
Caused by the religion abnegation.
Buildings and old beliefs falling apart,
In the spirit of Descartes.
Above, the locus plants arise in arching sway,
Casting soft shade over buildings in decay,
Their roots split open the concrete’s hardened sheet,
While the aquatics swim freely down old Wall Street.
Together they jump the leaves,
On the roads of reflecting skies.
Looking for a warm bed,
And a future that’s Written in green,
instead of red.
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