In the dew soaked dawn
Grass stretched on for miles and miles
The life of the world was starting a new day.
The rebirth had begun… again.
From the dirt, the insects crawled out.
From the trees, the birds came to feast.
From the building came a machine:
Pushed by men
A box of wires and buttons invaded the earth.
Cabinetry of exquisite art and form;
Brought forth a new sense to the field,
Nature was no longer alone.
The men left the machine to stand tall in the grass.
It stood high on the plains.
Tall and proud as it once was,
A former God clearly visible on all sides…
Men had devoted endless hours to it.
These fields had become forgotten in the years past.
But the earth knew that the men would return.
The brief fling with the machine had taken its toll.
Man was becoming poor as his focus changed.
Until one day it all ended.
The machine, like so many others, had been cast aside.
Some men found homes for similar machines.
The machines were stored away in basements,
Hidden from their families; but still shown to close friends.
The hums and tones emanating into the dungeons that were now home,
As the lights shone forth from the device to mesmerize…
Forgotten, was it all.
The memories, the mistakes, the pastimes…
The last of the heroes to man,
Had been dragged to its final resting place.
There alone in the blazing sun,
Its circuits, wires and lights to die off.
No protection from the sun, the rain, the snow.
Never to be played again.
Through the songs of the insects and birds,
The field breathed a sigh of relief.
Never again would man enjoy