If man's creations are left to nature....man will loose.
The remnants of a family now are given back to nature's reclamation. We as humans have a wonderful gift...the gift of memory. Our past often only lives in this realm. Years have taken this home and nature is doing what it does best...reclaim it's property after man has left. The children of this home...now elderly adults remember the home as it was in it's prime. The images and stories connected with home will be passed down to newer generations even though this home will in time cease to exist. It lives on forever in our memories. Oral traditions worldwide, thankfully, preserve out past for us.
1038 - Bright Lights - Haiku Horizons prompt: bright *Bright Lights.* Starry, starry night. Winter’s sky is shining down; A most wondrous thing. ◊ The beauty is there, Shini...
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