Down comes the rain and the smell of the ground
As it patters down softly without another sound
We part in body alone for our hearts drift with the clouds
The sky awakening in tremulous light
And gunshots firing to give quite a fright
The smoke filled the air, oh what a sight, how cruel to think of humanities blight
Not a creature could care, nor the tree's unmoving and the sun's glare.
No one would care neither bird nor tree,
If I fell to the ground and perished utterly
Just another body lost to the tides of war
Stealing fragments of memory, and looking up to the stars
Blinking moments pass, as I breath the scorching air
Not a creature could care, nor the tree's unmoving, and the sun's glare.
And nature herself when she woke at dawn...would barely notice that I was gone.
