Just a Dream
Let me tell you about my dream
My father said, putting me on his lap
It was a dream that has always seemed
Too impossible and hard to grasp
I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud
Looking at our nature being felled
Observing the glacial mountains dwell
Not up high but down so low
Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes
I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood
As they greeted the ground with bowed heads
Giving scent not to the skies but to mud
I saw pain leaking from fettered petals
That fitfully designed our earth as devils
Beside me, there sat many grey clouds
It was a scene so hard to fathom
Never once seen color that shrouds
The sky above, that was for purity an emblem
I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream
For in reality it’s illicit to fell
And impossible for grey clouds to dwell
In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity
Humans will never accept such ignominy
And never become iconoclasts
For our nature is our identity.
I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye
I didn’t expect my father to ask why
I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender
You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.
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