A graveyard of cars buried
by growing grass,
the asphalt long since cracked
and hidden from view.
Rust is the only color
painting the aged metal.
Beneath the noon time sun
grass bows gently
in an Aeolian tribute
to power so great.
The ants carry on much
as always, much as they
always will.
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