Nothing

Lily pads lifted from the soil,
Dirt submerged in the skies above,
Stars grounded in the streams that flow,
Instincts moulded by a crumbling shadow,
A chaotic chorus of discordant screams and shattered dreams.

Wars waged, tides turn in and out,
Buildings collapse, jungle vines wind throughout,
Sulfurous fires burn, an eruption of clouds,
Dust settles, islands appear in a misty shroud,
Dawn to dusk, day after day,
A universal cycle forever repeating.

Amidst the unknown we search for answers,
Amidst all colour we find snowy space,
Amidst the void we create our own darknesses,
Amidst the world we strive to leave a trace
Amidst nothing, do we find ourself.