The Vision 1

The vision The horses mares and colts that drank cold water in the shallow river crossing the grassland looked up a massive plane its wingspan darkens the valley. The horses gallop till they are tired and the plane has left the horses, at ease, can graze again. The far mountain is like a Canadian blue mountain song is hazy and shivers like a broken vocal cord. A lotus swarm of helicopters fill the sky and scared horses are galloping, again and again, the sky darkens. Then on the far mountain, a new sun appears it shines bright for a while, then dies like a comet. A storm blows, the grass withers and the river are dry. Dead horses, but the blue mountain is a diamond