The palace gardens are slowly growing back, finding their path to the warm sky through gray ash and blackened branches. This is the way the earth turns, renewing itself in the face of our indifference to what already is. With the passing of rain and snow, the palace sinks further into itself, the muraled walls and gilded arches return to constituent matter. This, too, is the cycle of the earth and our creations, to destroy beauty given us by others, like some alpha bear or lion, bound to eliminate the offspring of another.