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.