Leafsea
A leafy sea of verdant green,
Myriad trees in restless breeze.
Roots grow deep from seedy hole,
Writhe within the earth we know.
The grass surrounds to form a bed,
For him to rest his weary head.
Here he dreams in fruitless sleep,
‘Neath endless forests dark and deep.
He’ll slumber away the countless days,
While world revolves in strangest ways.
In dreams he stumbles, oftentimes,
Not knowing what he’s left behind.
The roots beneath tie him entangled,
The trees surrounding left all mangled.
Enmeshed and rotted in the ground,
Nightmarish landscape he has found.
In dreams he lies, in dreams he dies,
The trees all felled without a sound.
Once he awakes (a grave mistake),
He’ll find his bed a withered lawn,
And then the forest all but gone.
Where it went to is unknown,
In its place lies barren stone.
The leafy sea of myriad trees,
Once softly swaying in the breeze,
Replaced by wasteland’s bloodlust haze
Of graveyard fumes and metal maze.
Bullet casing, makeshift tomb,
Reaping scythe, dead flowers bloom.
In dreams he cries, in dreams he tries,
To go home to that place he knew,
Where eastbound winds softly blew
From distant sky, a lullaby,
That made the forest heave and sigh.
Memories fade within due time,
But nostalgia’s scars have left us blind.
Recanting all those recollections,
Flakish fakes of mind not mine.
The leafy sea of verdant green,
Declared illusion and fraudful scheme.