Dreams, trees made of glass
They tower and cover the sky
spring summer and winter go
Leaves and twigs fall, shatter
Still they grow tall n up, till an
Earthquake, storm, or lightning hit.
Like wild grass that cuts, bits of
dreams, they block thy path.
But you walk ahead, trample down
shards and stumps and whatever left.
And as you bleed, you feed more dreams
more crystal trees, they sprout again.