Soft summer sounds
Red winged blackbirds singing
Bees buzzing between flowers
Wind whispering secrets
Into this quiet murmur comes an intruder
Like a king making his entrance
Raucous horns sound across the plain
Echoing, battering, silencing
The steel behemoth strides forth
Rattling and banging
Squealing and grinding
The roar of the lion
Leading the pack
An endless stream of colourful boxes
Moving steel wall
At last the end
A final, bellowed roar
Receding
fading
Soft summer sounds
The swell of nature filling the void
Returning, renewing, repairing
Rejoicing
I love how you describe how we go to the place we heard they go, to see what they do.
-Chris