A sweet Maple Tree,
with life-giving sap.
A grove of Oak Trees,
standing proud and strong.
A Misunderstood Redwood,
tall arms hoping only to reach the sky.
A forest of Birch Trees,
their pale faces illuminated by the moon.

Now I see only steel.

A train,
belching black smoke into the sky.
A skyscraper,
blocking the sun from the ground below.
A gun,
watering the earth with blood.
A flower,
its petals now darkening with ash.

I can see something on the horizon.
What it is I cannot tell.
I am moving towards it even though my legs do not move.
Where has everyone gone?
Have they left me?
Looking behind me I seem them all waving
It is dark.
It is cold.
I am scared.
I am now alone
Walking through the dark
I know what I saw.
This is tomorrow