Destruction

In one hand she holds a ball
In the other a paint brush
First she adds blue then she adds green
The colours merge and dry
More paint, more colours
She’s working faster
There’s orange, there’s yellow
The colours start swirling
She holds it up
And admires her handiwork
She places it on one finger
And watches it spin
Faster faster,
Quicker quicker
Suddenly it falls but stays suspended in the atmosphere

After many years she returns
To find the sphere still floating there
Her face drops as she sees the terror
All the green has turned to grey
All the blue has turned to black
In the place of trees
There’s now only concrete
The flowers exotic colours have faded
There are no fish to brighten the sea
No creatures, no animals to brighten the land
As she starred she shed a tear
To see what horror they had created
They were the guardians, the keepers
They were meant to care
But they are the humans the destructive race