Piece by Piece

These earthen lands are something we should take cue from. They stand silent, unpilfered and unjudged when white. Their inhabitants sheltered together despite their differences.

Instead we trample these pristine lands, careless of their beauty and caring of only our selves. None of you seem to see it, the beauty that surrounds us; do they? The Decepticons? The organics that take it for granted? Am I alone in my reverence of this godly image?

Our sparks are as cold as this blanket that covers the ground, and as dim as the stars that shine only in the terrestrial night. Why don’t we just look around us for once, and shelter together in the warmth of differences forgotten.

“What would it take for things to be quiet like the snow?”