Genesis

No cloud, a sleepy calm
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze
And trees with rustling leaves
Only endless days without a care
Nothing must be done
Silent as a day can be
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning
Even if they're dull
Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
The trees and I are shaken by the same winds but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves
I just can't seem to let them loose