I dream of waterfalls, of rivers and of rain
I dream of childhood and my past
I dream of rinsing clouds to ease my pain
I dream in green and sleep to last
Waked I meet the sun, the heat,
the burning wind, the hounds of drought
with razor jaws, the scent of wasted meat
the blowflies, but of vapor — naught.
From greed came gravel, sand and ash
From gluttony starvation and from pride came death
You never asked the trees instead you searched for cash
Now, your world is dying breath by breath.
I dreamed of waterfalls …
It’s intense and right now and might take me a bit of time to get back to you…