Dream America Poem by johnathan breshears

There is a tree, so strong and tall
That has stood centuries upon a day
But now must bow to times unyielding call
No water has this land, to satisfy its thirst
No sun up in the sky to fill its hunger
The dead leaves of corruption
Slowly draining all its life
The mark of decay, seeping through its withered limbs
The birds flutter here and there
Gathering all the trees precious fruit
Some gather lots, some gather little
The ones with a lot, all their food goes to rot
The ones with little die of starvation
The souls of the dead and dying
Seeping into the limbs of the tree
Poisoning her flowers of dreams
Grief and pain cloud her mind
But in the heart of all this chaos
Lies a seed of hope and vision
For a new generation to grow and dream