Panel 1 - The lacy cracks laciniate throughout the concrete spider web / Shoots of slender green shyly peering into a new world / The rays of golden sensation, of life, pour down / Melting over everything, stirring up forgotten intricacies / The retreating haze escapes traceless / Sliding between pine and steel alike, offering revelation / A gift to the world / Reminisce through eyes unclouded, lost is the untainted perfection of old / Ruminate the dissension of righteousness
Panel 2 - The lonesome whippoorwill cries a final lullaby / An ode to disappearing innocence / Unquenchable fires burn hot / With the fires of industrialization / Ever forward, the search belies our doom
Panel 3 - The smallest tear from the smallest soul / Falls onto a flower in a field / The last harvest of its life is bare / The beauty of the flower in the sun / Belies our plastic creation
Panel 4 - The Sun ascends acrimoniously over a cemetery / Of steel beams and glass windows / Monolithic gravestones to mark the exodus of virtue / Many-storied sentinels rise to stand guard / While the shrieks of the metropolis / Resound a battle cry / Against the forgotten whisper of the Southern winds / Who knows the innocence of this age?
Panel 5 - Beautiful as the sun / Sustaining as a mother / A sunflower blossoms / With the majesty of the last / A roaring engine drowns out / The sound of perfect silence / The sunflower isn’t naturally salted
Panel 6 - Swimming through clear waters / A daily ritual played out / Even the mightiest river has a delta / At which it must come to an empass / The waters tainted, split in twain / They continue to flow unabashed / Rapids conceal blackened waters
Panel 7 - As the gears of time endlessly revolve / Death the ever-present warden / Yet we endlessly search against the inevitable / We envelop ourselves in a plethoric veracity / With those things that never die / Our Babel is immortality / Our God speaks only binary
Panel 8 - The chirping of birds / Drowns out the crickets / The whistling of the wind / Blows through the leaves / Hoot, an owl / All selected from / A glowing little screen / Inside your room
Panel 9 - A million functions per second / So fast the eye can’t keep up / Infinite capabilities of the mind / Shadowed by a piece of metal / That is a creation of the mind itself
Panel 10 - A disease runs through the vines / It moves towards the heart / The forest bleeds but continues / To sing a sorrowful song / We destroy the art of nature / To create our own
Panel 11 - Reborn from the salted earth / To rise in the defiance of industry / Burst forth in polychromatic ecstasy / A pillar to bolster a last resistance / Or a pre-assembled coffee table for your living room?