Often confusing

Neon seas.

Some dream of green,
Tree lines, breeze.
Echoing streams,
Streaming seas.
But not I,
I, of neon pink,
The roots of a city,
An urban thing.
The concrete jungles,
The asphalt wildlands,
The sky scraping horizon,
Dreams of neon seas.

Some dream of nature,
Open expanses of unbroken clouds.
I dream of jet liners, fast and loud,
Unbroken lines, metal shroud.
A dream to see the world below,
Me, below the clouds above,
Me, above, the seas below,
And see, the stars glow.

What I dream, will one day fade,
And nature claims, its place, reclaim,
The soil buried, the seas drowned,
Till naught but ruins of my dreams lay.
To nurture the green,
Seed the trees, from ashes to breeze,
And from me, completes,
The cycle of neon,
To pastel, and hues,
Flat and bejeweled,
Natural, unbridled.