The Earth was spilling with
Green trees & brown bark.
The oceans glimmering with
Iridescence.
Wild flowers ranging on a psychedelic spectrum
With Oddly symmetrical patterns.
An Earth born fresh
With Life blooming
Anywhere that Life's Death
Touches.
The decay quickens the land
Lending life a helping hand,
Maybe a different planet entirely.
No war touches, No:
Religion,
Humans,
Famine,
Disease,
Nuclear Weapons,
Bombs or
Devestating Artillery.
No apathetic Suicide
In a world that endorses Genocide.
Just a planet of Rainbows
& Spirals.
Where life runs
in cycles,
And natural death
Can make it's rules.
Just a place
Of Serpentine rivers
& Azure waterfalls.