There's something strange
about a world without green
A blister hot summer
the land baked tan
the air itself
taking a tinted view
as the lawns turn brown
and the trees turn yellow
It's surreal to think
this is the world now
as the fires lick the walls
and the charred remains
sit, alone, against a warm sun
There's something strange
about a world without green
A bitter cold summer
the land blanketed white
the sky itself
turned grey and sad
as the lawns are covered
and the trees shed their leaves
It's surreal to think
this is the world now
as the snow falls heavy
and the caved in shells
barren, alone, against the chill
