Jul 5, 2017
What began as a dream slowly came to life. The structure, cautiously and meticulously built, stood striking and pronounced. Calling for attention, like the tallest skyscraper in a city. It withstood, unbroken, through the worst weather, And endured, through the most brutal attacks Until time itself began to leave its marks, Wearing it down. Before long, though it still stood, it was not the same it was now broken in pieces, Scattered all around, Like the sharp shards of a broken dish. And there is sadness for what had once been, and what had been lost. The full story, the entirety of the structure can’t ever be known, only imagined And it will never be the same, But, there is happiness too, For all the other stories it tells And all the ideas and theories inspired Because though, it cannot tell us exactly what it had been, it can tell us so much more. And so the fragments left behind, painted a beautiful picture of the past.