Most of the old world is withered and broken

Without our care and attention it returns to the land

Earth covers the history so it is no longer in view

The forest returns on the wings of birds

Flying over the abandoned scape into the city

Past the city hub and over the once bustling bridges

New vines claim to replace the tired wires of the bridges

Hidden away in their rusty homes, broken

but not yet faded away by the green city

Old buildings, and transportation, dotted like skeletons across the land,

have been turned to homes for the birds

Delivering a hopeful scene within the city to view

From here I can see the fallen city broken, through a glassy spectacle view

Nature being reborn through bridges of new hope, spanning across the land

Foreign birds fanning the heart of the city