Cantata

Cantata He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree, And since he had appeared from nowhere there Was no a past to be lumbered with. He sat under the tree mainly because it was Getting hot and the tree had big thick leaves and Beside the tree there was a barrel of cold water. During the day the plateau became shimmering He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho. Since he had no past only a fragment of a future Instinct told him they were going to the green vale That had grass, shade and a lagoon that reflected The sky, or was it the other way around? He sat there tried to visualise future where he didn´t Exist, but he failed, which made him human.