The Future

You close your eyes and you see

The way the world's supposed to be,

With dense greenery, from the wisest of pine

To leaky moss, it’s nature’s shrine.

The wind lifts you high

As you dance in the sky

To the beat of evergreen

Human destruction unseen

You are swaying as a leaf

And to your misbelief

Your world turns blue,

Everything in front of you

You ripple through this dream knowing

Not of anything or where you are going

All you do is peacefully drift through

This fantastical world that has been shown to you.