Everyone dreams
The things they wish to see
And Ive dreamt a dream
That noone has seen.

The grasses were green
The skies were blue
It smelled like flowers
The air was clean too.

This is nothing like the trash we live in now.
You see, the earth was never a foul.
Because it was once in the past
That we werent so fast
To ruin what was then alot,
But now almost the last
of what we've got.

This isnt something that i wish i could see
But more of how I think things should be
For a dream, is a dream
And they are all unique
And heres a thought for you
Who says, "Dreams dont come true?"