Wind howling, birds singing , leaves crunching beneath my feet.

The sun shining on my face, the birds are getting louder and louder when I can’t even hear myself.

I’m flying through the world of animals and green, the blue sky shining upon me,

but then I wake up from my dream and I return to the place we call home

the gray sky filled with pollution the garbage sitting on the sidewalk,

people crushed together into a crowd. Into this place we call home.