A new world

They spring up
from between the crevices
roots of the old branchless trees
dig deep to shake the foundations
of these cold structures.
The earth’s alive, the sea is awake
and in its rage
is washing everything away
to create a whole new world
Sitting within dead concrete walls
Minerva is painting life
Spraying colours, blue and green
on a land of black and grey
standing against a red sky