A little break from the rhymes...
There were no cars in the parking lot. Nothing at all. Nothing but the soothing sounds of the wind rustling through the trees. How was anything more calming than this?
Calm is subjective. The sound of gunfire can be calm to one person and hell to the next. The ringing of the bells at the church is not much to someone who does not worship the God of the church, but to someone else it is a wake-up call. A spiritual one.
So just because there were no cars in the parking lot, it did not mean human influence was gone.
The asphalt used in the parking lot, the paint used to draw the lines dividing the car slots. All man-made. The trees-bred by horticulturists at tree farms. The air, polluted by the smog of cars. The platic which littered the ground would not decompose after the lifetimes of a thousand trees.
The parking lot...the empty parking lot...where the human legacy is immortal.
