The lost treasure of the earth

The lost treasure of the earth, the teeming machine wildlife giants the flimsy things that fluttered the colourful tapestry of flora.

Imagine it, bursting with hue and noise of creatures the opposite of our days, roaring, singing, crying creatures
in a climate so different to our seasons.

Their blood flowed back to front, their heats beat inside out, their minds thought upside down, their spirits crashed through life and death.

They lived in the dreams we never dream were born into a world like another planet, their ecology was like a strange unreal necklace, a shining constellation in oceans of space.

They sprang up and then disappeared, they came from nowhere and left their footprints in history, their dramatic appearance was mysterious, they vanished like the light of autumn sunset.

What makes living things come and go what replaces them with different worlds? The interference of the human species is but a giant gnat bite to this power of life.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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