Tomorrows Child.

Lucid dreams and blasts of colour,

Memories of a dying mother

Sudden pains within my heart,

Wishing the world would just restart.

A gloomy awakening in more ways than one,

I opened my eyes to the burning sun,

Charcoal trees on drought ridden land,

In this black and white world I got up to stand.

Angry and sad to say the least,

I scrambled to my feet

Cussing and god and asking him,

why he's doing this to she?

'Child' he whispered, 'do not despair,

Did you really believe I do not care?

Time is a healer and mother earth is mine,

But I didn't harm her, you know this just fine'.

Shocked and dazed, I began to cry,

I begged for forgiveness then told him why.

'Its been fifty years, since they caused our pain,

blood sweat and tears for petty gain.

No birds no bees, no cherry trees, the colour has all gone,

I didn't mean to cuss you god, but this just seems so wrong'.

With sobbing breath I fell to the floor,

and begged for a colourful world once more.

Then as my tears hit the ground,

The sand turned to green grass, all around,

the sky changed from grey to a beautiful blue

The trees bloomed pink, with the sun shining through.

With bated breath, I thanked the lord, my eyes just stared in awe,

The most beautiful colours that I ever saw,

The wind blew gently, like a kiss from above,

I smiled with a tear, yet felt so filled with love.

Never again would we hate, our ancestors of yesterday,

Thankfully they spoke some truth, about the world today

"keep the faith, tomorrows child, believe he's really there

All you have to do, is care ... for her!