Take

& as it is, there is deafening silence, echoing roars & what have you.

There is a place; he'll be there & so will you.
There are many places;
Underneath that billowing wind;
Underneath the ground;
In the midst of rose petals, where the sun never sets
& the trees always dance.

Where there is always work to be done;
Those sounds of machina.

There will always be that place,
where the sound of children's laughter mixes in with her words
& those sounds of machina to offset the chaos.

There will always be that place;
He, nor she can take that.