Dreamlands

A parade of floating, verdant fields appear within a clouded dream idyllic islands in the sky a tranquil vision, peaceful sigh of heavenly serenity. Yet now, the scene is set adrift by ominous and darkened twists of blackened branches that weave and weave they suffocate and bring unease within this solemn surreal sight of stricken trees that die at night. Now all around these floating fields sad, lonesome cattle graze they graze and graze in an endless maze how strange and sullen are their ways it leaves the mind in a perpetual haze. A muted sky surrounds with drifts amidst the clouds above and still below, more clouds abound within this realm, both high and low dark solos haunt they ever wail and mark the spot where dreams await their end, their lot by what is not, by what is not.