Our Own Terrene

We walk
hand in hand
you and me
our toes in the mud
silence resounds around us
and although neither of us speaks
we know what the other is saying
a light rain falls
drenching us in a cleansing dew
we walk
hand in hand
beneath the pines
on a carpet of needles
we kneel
slowly the liquid sunshine ends
mist rising
from our now drying clothes
silence resounds around us
yet we both know
and hand in hand
we begin to make
our own universe
starting with light
dividing
night and day
six moons
two suns
the night sky sprinkled with little lights
the day sky bright blue
a pearly sunrise
a fiery sunset
slowly our world forms
emerald jungles and forests
crawling with the hunter and the hunted
sapphire rivers and oceans
swimming with the big and little
our world splashed with color
the serene colors of winter
the delicate colors of spring
the rich colors of summer
the fierce colors of fall
four seasons
wrapped up in our little world
breathing quietly
we sit back on our heels
silence resounding around us
and study our small world
our small terrene
satisfied with what we have created
we leave
hand in hand
beneath the pines
and left our terrene to breathe
but
that's where we made our mistake
our first and our last
our terrene
suspended over the carpet of needles
and under the pines
was unguarded
everything perfect
will gradually attract the evil
as our terrene
perfect in every way
did
demonic creatures
from the underworld
noticed our little world
hating the good
they attacked
out of the mist and haze
pushing through our world's defenses
and destroying
emerald jungles to blackened stumps of ash
sapphire oceans running red with death and decay
uprooting our life cycle
distorting it beyond recognition
the hunter becoming the prey
the prey becoming the hunter
six moons
once mellow now blackened with grime
two suns
fall and never rise again
creatures lying open and bleeding
no one to save
the seasons twisted
till there no more
the sky turning red with the blood
of our terrene
when there was nothing left to distort
the demonic creatures
faded away
leaving behind them
a world no more
feeling our world's pain
we flew
hand in hand
beneath the pines
to our sad little world
we kneel
hand in hand
silence resounding around us
yet we both feel the others anguish
liquid diamonds
dripping off the end of our noses
and hand in hand
we slowly release our terrene from its suffering
reducing it to golden ash
spreading it on the carpet of needles
beneath the pines
sun leaking through the dense foliage
caught the golden reflection
sending sparks of light
flitting beneath the pines
golden sparks dancing around us
enveloping us in a miniature sun
we kneel
hand in hand
silence resounding around us
yet we both know
what the other feels
and slowly
we begin to make
another terrene
in a halo of gold
hand in hand
on the carpet of needles
beneath the pines