They opened the door, to what was pressumed to be the new and better world.
The sun, it was gone.
And the flowers had all wilted...
but there was a promise, a hope..that things would be renewed.
A group together, like an ancient band of druids through the woods and the sea, traveling hand in hand.
The limbs on the trees, they bled for them.
And the clouds from the sky...
they cried for them.
For all the hope in the world, was left here within this group.
All the sunshine was stored in their eyes,
and all the heavenly scenes of the saints and angels,
were caught up in their minds.
They pushed the rainforest aside,
and they stepped gingerly onto the brown, withered grass.
Raising their eyes, to the sky of grey,
their voices rang with hope, and their imaginations,
they screamed for reality.
And somewhere in the twilight, it began to rain.