The vision

Lifting up like a lifeless leaf that floats down a river,
The trees play with my lashes that quiver,
Soft rotten dirt lays under my bosom,
Can you see the image that glooms,
Sets me in this patch and rides me to detatch,
Ground and trees get far,
My life passes by and this is where it starts.

Thinking this will just dissipate and come back as my ceiling,
With my sleep deprived mind and disbelieving,
Why is the greens turning away to my pulse,
Faster ... faster.. it is torched,
When will the clouds come and Eden appear once more,
Take me with one and pray for this scorn.

I see the people and they are burning under this fire,
Incinerating with there skin inside the heart of this deep,
Take my hand and maybe they will live,
But my feet are stuck as well, why can't I give,
The trees are closing in and my hope is becoming inflamed,
Feeling all that they feel... all of their pain.

But the cold is coming forth,
Would this be okay.. for them to be rescued from this curse,
I see the light and it shines on through,
The screams they are creating are renewed,
Given this last chance to show how much they hurt,
With every bark and every leaf upon what they churn.

They burned because of the pain that they gave,
The light shone... but nothing was saved.