The world succumbs slowly to chaos-
Our presence, tainting.
However, as nothing lasts forever,
The seas shall wash out our stains.

The sticky strings of chaos
Woven into time, will unravel, indefinitely,
And the undone cloth left behind
Will be composed of peace and vulnerability.

Relief breathes a sigh
Onto the world spread before it -invigorating.
Nature reclaims her majesty,
The ocean reclaims its land.

A silence enters - it cannot be accounted for.
A stillness occurs - it cannot be ignored.