Green Earth

Here, on a coast
Between the separation of sanity
And the belief of 'here,' and 'there'
Comes the single wish

A hope, cast on the shores
With the waves crashing in simple decadence
The mundane creating what the seer sees
And what the believer dreams

One solid hope
That someday, the world will not be as dark
And our lives will not suffer as they do

One ethereal dream
That with the love of many
Can convert the listless world

The inspiration left lonely by deaf ears
And the cause without a fight
Exists merely to give one hope
And move them on to a greater place

The ocean coming in with a stronger pull
With every wave the storm grows stronger
A tempest looming on the horizon
The dream, coming to lucid fruition

One clear day, when the tide is down
And the crop is tender
The crash of thunder will instill the presence
On the many, the reality of the hope

One clear day, this drought of fear will cease
The ocean will sweep in
And take with it the hearts of the week
And the dream will live, once again