The Coming Mushroom

I look toward the sky that it thinks it's most RIGHT Darkening clouds of an imperialist NIGHT Over my shoulder is an eerie quietness of nature What can one do,in between,two STARLINS ,that have the RED button Heaven is frowning as our innocence is now DIE Tears are not enough so it is fruitless for the dreamers to cry Mushrooms,lava,crumbling structures,stormy seas The end of all things in the forest of our trees Earth has endured MAN'S PLAN with fertile land The edge of our span,though,is crumbling through the cracks of our hand Wake up today and listen to a hummingbird sing Watch the feathered Sparrows and the joy they temporarily bring When TOMORROW is here Our destined prophecy becomes clear