MoP, Day 13

underneath the sky
is a tree
stretched out in the sun
leaves rustling busily
boughs strong and bold
underneath the tree
is an umbrella
made of white lace
(most impractical
but pretty all the same)
underneath the umbrella
is a lady
sweating very daintily
but holding her breath
to try and control it
underneath the lady
is the ground
caked hard in the heat
cracks running through soil
hidden by grass
underneath the grass
is a beetle
burrowing away
unaffected by the sun
wrapped in a cocoon
of cool earth
underneath the beetle
are the remains of 
an ancient civilisation
sunk beneath the surface
thirty thousand years ago
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