Things To Come?
In my dreams some darkened shadows lurk with fear.
Is this our unforeseen future?
It worries me that we are very near.
Is this the future direction of our world?
I’ve seen horrific explosions with and unbelievable sights.
Mangled melted iron where once was a city.
People seeking shelter for days and for nights.
As far as you can see, nothing but ashes amongst destruction.
Our vast ocean disappears, as if funneled into a gigantic hole.
Once were water filled completely, now deep canyons have grown.
As if life is taken from our earth and nobody lives. not one soul.
The only sound is crumbling ground falling into the canyons.
Before I wake, like in the blink of an eye.
I see green flowered meadows and crystal clear brooks filled with fish.
Then I wonder was all of this just one confusing lie?
In another direction and I see a jungle of nature in the ruins of a city.
Life now more peaceful and more futuristic than before.
Our blue skies seem to be jeweled with flying pods.
It’s as if the future took mother earth through a wondrous door.
And once again there is a harmony of love, peace and joy for all.
A dream or things to come?
Written by Cecilia P/March 27,2009
Is this our unforeseen future?
It worries me that we are very near.
Is this the future direction of our world?
I’ve seen horrific explosions with and unbelievable sights.
Mangled melted iron where once was a city.
People seeking shelter for days and for nights.
As far as you can see, nothing but ashes amongst destruction.
Our vast ocean disappears, as if funneled into a gigantic hole.
Once were water filled completely, now deep canyons have grown.
As if life is taken from our earth and nobody lives. not one soul.
The only sound is crumbling ground falling into the canyons.
Before I wake, like in the blink of an eye.
I see green flowered meadows and crystal clear brooks filled with fish.
Then I wonder was all of this just one confusing lie?
In another direction and I see a jungle of nature in the ruins of a city.
Life now more peaceful and more futuristic than before.
Our blue skies seem to be jeweled with flying pods.
It’s as if the future took mother earth through a wondrous door.
And once again there is a harmony of love, peace and joy for all.
A dream or things to come?
Written by Cecilia P/March 27,2009
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