I walk barefooted down the path,
On a cool summer afternoon,
The wind was empowering my thoughts,
That were ignited by my merry tune.

Brushed breezes carried sweet scents,
The colors of Earth were breath-taking,
The forest came alive in my eyes,
My journey was well-worth taking.

The scene was tranquil,
The skies were cloud free,
No sounds were heard,
But the path was not clear to me.

Mist rolled in,
My feet began to shed blood,
And the pine trees around me,
Melted into the mud.

The mud was thick and dark,
And I had to cease my travel,
The skies filled with smoke,
And began to rain gravel.

I looked out ahead,
I saw light in distance,
A light so full of promise,
It couldn't be in existence.

It was distant but attainable,
Not tangible, though serene,
I called out to it,
A voice said “it's only a dream”.

Dust polluted my eyes,
My body filled with concrete,
I was completely immobile,
From my hands to my feet.

But through my pain,
I could still see the light,
Through all the plaster,
And the darkness of the night.

I knew that light could set me free,
And I forcefully loosed my hand,
And I reached out to it,
But my arm turned to sand.

It was in that moment,
When my mind began to change,
That I finally realized,
For strength one needs a range.

So I called forth the world,
And I asked for it's aid,
And we freed my body,
And my plea was well paid.

Then we banded together,
And we fought for our right,
And we ran to the promise,
And captured the light.

We built a tall ark,
So everyone could see,
On top we displayed the light,
That set the Earth free.

The pines came back,
And the water always ran,
And the world was restored,
Thanks to all not just one man.

Then suddenly I awoke,
The fantasy then broke,
And all that was serene,
It was only a dream.