All of This

Unfortunatly, sometimes I think about what it would be like to not habit our beloved planet anymore. What if we all had to go somewhere else? I'm not talking about death, but I'm talking about how we are poisoning our home as we speak. Think about this, Think about our blue-painted sky and how it never ends - the cool, dewy grass under your bare feet and how willingly it bends. How about laying around and making out the shapes of clouds with all your friends? Think about the message we must send. I know, personally, I would miss the kissed bright colors of lillys in the first breath of spring, and the cool soaking rain, -all the passion and colors that it would bring. And Oh, Ohh.. all the tones of the wind, calling all the same song in my ears when it would sing. And Honey, wouldnt you miss the longing feeling of watching all the birds soaring high, and like them, wishing for wings? But the things I would miss the most, the biggest secret that i've never told - Would be the ability to be able to not count all the stars in the night sky. The wishful reaching out - and feeling, beyond a doubt, that you will have all of this, even when your so, so old. And heres' what I would miss the most... to open my window into the low temperature of the night and pretend to reach out and grab any fistful of stars in my sight - and have the hot feeling of the wonder of wonders that would trump any kind of cold.