Resting beneath a blanket of clouds,
Enclosed in an everlasting warmth,
My mind is as clear as the water that surrounds me
Whilst a bitter breeze blows North.
I examine the sky; an array of colours
Pink, beige, yellow and cream
Scattered amongst a tender blue canvas,
A few specks of tender white intervene.
But the natural order of the world is changing.
The wind grows stronger; the sky brighter
And trees which once gently swayed
Become filled with hatred
And scare the birds away.
Destruction. The flames engulf the green and
The green becomes consumed by rouge and
Suddenly, Heaven becomes Hell as
Nature becomes dead.
Resting beneath a blanket of clouds,
Enduring the everlasting warmth,
My mind as clear as the water that surrounds me
As a bitter breeze blows North.