Four five hopes

A dream of light

Of floating children, their translucent blue skin reflecting off the sunlight underwater.

 of all the things their many tendrils with many hands can touch among the aftermath of war.

Of all that glistles and shines amist the seaweed.

A dream of swampy days

Of the humidity of the muddy lands.

Of the protection they offer.

Of the live and protection  they can offer.

Of the birth and rebirth they do offer.

Of the cold rain hitting a child's
skin, her body sinking confortably into a underground home as she awaits prey to come.

A dream of darkness

Of the stormy warm rains, forever plaguing the lands.

Of the soft glow in what was once a tree.

Of the conforting voice of the queen on the ears of those she embraced when they needed most.

Of the lights standing in spite of the darkness.

A dream of smoke

Of the smokey mists rising out of their crusty lips and tired sunken eyes

Of their pained breaths

Of their sioulletes amongst the fog.

Of their hopes amist the rocky grounds.

A dream of dreams

Of a sleeping giant made of rock and fungi

Of their dreamy awareness of the world above

Of the hope that they must never need to come above

Of the dream that it all will go on