Make Of It What You Will

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