The Dream

Miles and miles of serpentine green,
Lilies and roses and carnations to be seen. 
A soft breeze blows, like a breathless sigh. 
Where this wind leads, know how would I?
The vast greenery spreads like the majestic sea,
Soon you feel trapped in it’s everlasting beauty. 
Even if you could, would you really escape?
A prison this beautiful could only be fake.
Alas this could be no more than a dream,
For humanity is crueler than it does seem.
Our forests die down and burn, blister and blaze,
For wealth humankind could do anything that pays.