Dreamscape

Barren wasteland covers this zone Cold and white it stands, Though what beauty reveals is so unreal That humans walk the land. Fierce winds torment at height Smothering all in their wake, But brave mountains take on their might Ending the tundra’s crusade Squeezed between the valleys below Shivering they try to stay still, For a predator watches down on its haunches Trying to plan the kill Trees scattered here and there Grown by forces unknown, Although they will survive out here Suns warmth will never be shown Maybe this biome seems to be Something undiscovered, But trees will speak if you keep Their secrets under cover Whatever lies beneath the snow We will surely never know, Maybe it’s Rosetta stone Sitting on her lovely throne Although there is nothing here you see Just a young writers words, And this is why imagination’s key To get by in our world Without it we would forever be Stuck on the outside, With nothing there except to stare At the blank white skys...