Falling down
Onto broken ground
In the mists of a hurricane

In the eye of the storm
Just a gentle rain
With a whisper of the bird’s song

The wind blows
And the trees collapse
Yet the sun still shines on the scene

The dark steel walls
Impenetrable gate
Hide the blissful wreckage

The uncharted land
Once quiet, content
Now on the brink of civil war

It’s wild nature
Free and strong
Being tamed
To vulnerable happiness

The wind blows
And the trees collapse
And the water begins to rise
The fires reign down
On now broken ground
The war rages on

The walls crack and tumble
But in the ruin and ruble
The bird’s song is loud and clear