I'm talking about you zilly

There was a time when we ran free
Across the field to the old oak tree
We climbed until we touched the sky
You said you wished you were able to fly
And so we sat a good long while
I felt so calm when I saw you smile
I told the tail of the world I knew
Of metal and steel and machines that flew
A place where greed ruled the lands
And people were ill and could not hold hands
A place where air was dirty and brown
And soon your smile turned to a frown
You said I shouldn’t tell such a lie
Of a place where people suffer and die
There is no such place is plane to see
Just you and me and this old oak tree
Beautiful new post as always Behertz, hoping your having a great New Years!
Whoa- You had me scarred there. Glad it really was us in the tree. i love happy endings -You painted a vivid pic with words.
Oh how the world is a wondrous place seen thru kaleidoscope eyes. I could read your poetry for hours and still want more !