A perfect place A natural utopia Snow sails down through the corridors silently Sunlight glazes above sylvan serenity Time will peacefully pass Over the sleet sheltered viridian grass How life has so deserted this paradise bewilders me In this perfect placidity I feel so free This landscape holds no surprises, only beauty Just as my tongue tells no lies, only poetry As I top the summit, in shock, I see A ghastly sight I cannot believe This defies what I’ve seen and cannot be But if I can trust my own eyes on what they perceive A terrible fire Burns into the sea That I have created, in my ignorant glee The sight screams in my soul like a haunting banshee But amidst the burning debris Stands alone one rebellious tree On the top of the hill, like a statue of hope Mocking the treacherous fiery ***** With the means to end this all I pray that the tree does not fall As it’s placed on the edge so precariously The saviour of paradise, the tree...is me.