Crystal Clear Trees

The light in the sky shone brightly, everlastingly,

The one object in a world deprived of sunny feelings.

The sun that was reflected across the high seas beamed everlastingly, 

Another object in a world deprived of those special feelings.

It was the crystal clear trees,

That shimmered like emeralds,

Telling me that hope will remain.

The joy of the plane leaking smoke in the sky,

Puffing smoke across a once-royal aerial land,

A land of heavenly touch and clouds that shimmered.

It was the crystal clear trees,

That told me that life was as clear as a leaf, whispering in the breeze,

That told me moons later when I could feel the pressure, to be cool.

Then came the illuminating touch,

The sense across the life, the crystallised sense of nature beaming,

The epitome of hope.

It was the crystal clear trees,

That foreshadowed life’s eternal happiness, arriving like a beam,

Encompassing not only a leaf, a tree, or a sky,

But a universe.