Sidetracked sunbeams break through a shaded heaven

Their curiosity claimed the dark

Illuminating an astounding sequence

Industrial excess now lost in a vast indifferent green

It's structure resigned to an organic reclamation

Man made contraptions
corrupted with time

Man made rust
A fine coating for these blooms

Lives once spoken for

Buried beneath earth and root

Leaving only remnants for these spaces less traversed

Tread on brickwork once shadowed with motion

It's wind weaved patterns suggest no recent confrontation

Now only a rains persuasion may reveal its meticulous layering

Footsteps fall and the microscopic scatter

Leaving only an imprint for indication should another soul stumble here