i see a dream a rationl one,
where a tendril grows to beome a tree,
a flower blooms to become a fruit,
the sky fades to welcome the moon.
a mother waits upon her son,
an eager face looks out of a window.



then there is light.




a few are shunned inside..
the other few outside
bring out their grotesque umbrellas.
that crawl like bacteria from all around.




No one talks of warmth.