Out of disaster comes rebirth. Of every entity that deserves to live upon this earth. No more will this world be ruled by man's overwhelming girth.
No more will the takers exploit this planet without knowing it’s true worth. New life is born on this old plain so rich and diverse. New life that will find themselves adapted and immersed. In a world that had plenty of time to rehearse.
Soon man walks on two feet and talk’s once more. As his intelligence grows he gets up off the floor. And gazes in awe at what his ancestors prayed to before.
Rotting buildings seen as relics to adore. This time smart enough to see but never ignore. Smart enough never to learn the Art of War.
And to see the world for what it is instead of just yours.
A contest entry
- Fresh As A Flower (No Prewrites) by HereComesTheSun.
450 points, ended October 26, 2008, 14 entries
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i love the concept this is based around and how well this was written great work
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