Category / Spring 2021 / Spring 2021 Young Artist / Young Artist

At first, there was nothing. Then— A flash, a bright light, And the Machine was there Appearing out of nothing In the center of the valley. Its bright cords flickered And its dials slowed. The Machine looked around, Analyzing its surroundings. Where was it from? Why was it here? The Machine whirred and fizzed, And…