The Near Future
Drifting into oblivion picturing a forest full of thickets green, olive, and mahogany branches with birds orchestrating their own symphony shrubs and vines twirling and fighting to see the light But all I see are columns of ashy smoke as far as the eye can see choking my throat and scorching my eyes with the only symphony heard is of the chaotic honking of cars and the only vines seen are of cables on the side of buildings It puts me in a state of despair thinking about how lovely the world might have been if it was cared for just as much as humankind cared about themselves