Only now have things begun to grow again

I've heard many stories
Tales and past legends
Of an endless war
That spanned the cosmos

Remnants of this conflict are still evident
All around our village
Scrapped metal and bones
Half buried in the dirt

Great vessels float
Broken in the skies
An ever present reminder
Of distant past mistakes

I often ponder for what
So many fought and died
And I wonder if in the end

They even knew themselves