Ignorance Is Bliss
The wispy trees roll by
row by row.
The gentle breeze of the air conditioning
brushes against my cheeks
In the bright blue sky swallows sing freely
A meadow lies in peace.
Pure and holy.
Beautiful beyond belief
only nature can nurture such peace
away from our motions of metal.
But as they become increasingly distant
lost in the annals of time; not even a flower shall remain.
With only one goal in mind.
We look onward into the future.
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