How am I supposed to hold it?

They say that with destruction comes beauty, comes progess, comes change.

But how can you dreate something as beautiful as the rainforest?
As beautiful as a lost ruin or stolen painting?
As strong as something extinct?
Can you create love after you have destroyed it?

No. With destuction comes beauty. Sure. But you can never throw away what you have had.
There is nothing above what you had and have now destroyed.
I thought about you today. I sent dreams to you of me.
Leave me with the wind. This isn't the right time or place to be thinking of you.