Life changes quick as a breeze- <br />Blowing backward through painted porcelain trees <br />The fake foilage unaware <br />Of such mighty and mysterious air <br />Topples and breaks <br />Into glass mirrored lakes, <br />Broken pieces reflect <br />What so few seldom suspect: <br />All is not secure and safe <br />Here, in this phony land of sugar plumbs and sweet cakes. <br /> <br />It's all bound to come apart <br />With the new wind that's blowing, <br />The fake forest we've been sold gives way <br />To the true trees of home, forever growing. <br />The time is at hand, <br />For the children to retake their promised land.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-of-change-8/
