Wind Of Change

Life changes quick as a breeze- Blowing backward through painted porcelain trees The fake foilage unaware Of such mighty and mysterious air Topples and breaks Into glass mirrored lakes, Broken pieces reflect What so few seldom suspect: All is not secure and safe Here, in this phony land of sugar plumbs and sweet cakes. It's all bound to come apart With the new wind that's blowing, The fake forest we've been sold gives way To the true trees of home, forever growing. The time is at hand, For the children to retake their promised land.