Long ago when skies were black, Men built towers, back to back.

Long ago when skies were black, Men built towers, back to back. Smoke and steel and choking air, They forgot the world was there. They dug and drained, they burned and bled, Till Earth cried out and raised her head. Roots broke stone with crack and creak, And Nature rose—no need to speak. 🌳 The trees grew tall, the winds did scream, The fires danced in red-hot gleam. The waters rose in storm and tide, And swept the cities far and wide. The beasts, once calm, began to bite— They joined the Wild, they joined the f***t. Touched by p****n, sharp and sly, They watched the man-made towers die. 🌬️ The people flew up to the air, In skyships seeking refuge there. But fire eats fuel, and roots don't sleep— The towers fell into the deep. Still the trees grew, still they climb, Reaching up for all of time. No one’s seen the earth below, For what's beneath, we do not know. 🌧️ Too far down, and you might find, The beasts that serve the ancient mind. They wait in dark with tooth and claw— Nature’s will, her oldest law. 🎵 So stay aloft, and do not fall, The Wild remembers everything. She gave us trees to build and ball, But never seeks forgetting.