A path appears before you
There’s grass beneath your feet.
You look to your left
You look to your right
Rolling grey hills of cement encompass the landscape.
You look back at your green path and walk along…
You come across a towering tree
And climb the giant.
Upon the top, you sit
And as you stare out onto the dreary scene
You paint a picture in your mind.
The ground begins to quake
And from the crumbling concrete hills
Paper plants unfold
Writhing swirls of color cover the plane
Creatures begin to frolic
And soon, this once sad world
Becomes a dream