Imagine it.
The green trees, lush and tall with age.
Animals skipping with the sound of sleeping nature under soft trails of feet.
The sun shining like never before with a wind that wraps around you.
Grass that tickled your skin as you lay back, giggles heard with no reason.
The bubbling of a nature made river, flowing endlessly through waiting fingers. Paradise.
Then see it.
Trees scarred with burned oils of human waste.
Animals cooked in pots of manmade steel.
Humans like you. Like me. That once fought for a country, that could of prevented this, living on streets with torn clothes and bruised faces and memories left to crave.
A sick melody of screams and violence as it runs daily on large TVs that sit on your stand.
And yet.
We imagine.
Running bare foot through years of fallen leaves, laughing as we race to a pond of living creatures. Unafraid if what is to happen.
But a simple change.
A simple bite.
A simple disagreement.
Animals extinct from bullets that should not have been fired.
Humans, leak redness onto black streets from triggers that should not have been pulled.
And yet to our imagination we upgrade while downgrading.
How simple to dive into a nature made pond. For you. For me.
And not stand in a manmade hell.
And yet once we finally realize what happened.
The world is left in silence.
