How the Earth spins.
One thousand paper cranes dance upon the golden illumination cast from an endless array of motion pictures. However much their squawks go unnoticed, tradition is nevertheless expected, for the beauty of society is one to behold when it grants new life yet retains what makes it special. And though our Earth still bleeds leftover radiation from a time long past and remnants filter through the non-stop streams; each marked by their own brand of mask crafted from progression envied worldwide, the wish to re-grow the flowers is granted by the birds that cry and weep uncontrollably at our unfortunate time.
. . .Thank you. . .