Beautiful Desolation

I wake up from a starry night of sleep, By Sandman’s guile my conscience is appalled. Through learnéd secrets I just cannot keep, my recent slumber showed to me it all. Great birds in flight above three rolling cliffs, glass shards cascading down the craggy face of Mother Nature’s systematic glyphs and happenstance’s green and mossy lace. Down further countless species romp and flaunt, amongst the soothing hum of flowing life. The landscape scripted with a pleasing font, no painful sounds nor any hint of strife. How different this world would seem If humans never came to be.