Grrr...
The wheels rumble along the smooth paved road,
churning blades of air trying to pry away intruders.
Far off in the distance there is a warm hearth,
Far off in the distance there are people.
Swearmp...
Now the phalanx of trees defend the territory,
Pointing out their spears of wood to a never-ending empire.
Anxiety rises within me,
As I climb higher and higher towards the zenith of it all.
Bump...
A momentary pause as the swarming army stands still,
The pace slows down to reveal a turning at the corner.
Rising up for a moment with our feet firmly on the ground,
And we swivel and turn with inertia.
Pitter... Patter
Now the heavens are against us,
Drizzling down and chasing the ground.
I play referee and look out my window,
As millions of tiny droplets live in anarchy.
Sigh...
Back home this chaos is common,
As hundreds rival against each other and vandalize.
But unlike these droplets who bond after each interaction,
We segregate into ruinous multitudes.
Honk...
Snapping back into reality an eerie silence is home,
The soldiers of nature which before looked menacing,
Extend their handshake to welcome us into their lair,
Where a white queen with a pointed nose,
Has her finger resting on the world.