The Blast from the past

a slight hue of green, flashed across the forest tips, tree roots dug to the sky


I have all my pockets full of cash

to pay the cast

All the actors and actress that made the past so real

to the eyes and soul feel

Bend down to touch the life of so much more

then die in a sensation moor

castles and battering rams

ivory and rusty cans scattered on the tiles, slabs of sandstone and crushed bone

I cant call home, no phone

cant call thought, no time

sprinkle some thyme and all will taste delicious

and seems so priceless in space

Blast off