One dark night I had a strange dream,
The usually innocuous silence brimmed with screams,
Blood formed the oceans, I saw, and tears the streams,
The clouds rained acid and poured fire,
The earth was occupied with what it didn’t require.
A daughter killed her father and a mother whacked her son,
As brother slaughtered brother, the water turned crimson.
The beasts took control and the humans even died with struggle,
That was the extreme and in my dream I wriggled.

Then I heard an anxious voice enquiring what has happened,
A soothing murmur, a gentle caress and I was back to my heaven.
Yes, back to the same good, old, sunny earth, back in those ever consoling arms,
Stretched wide open only for me with all their charms.

Future, they say is uncertain and anything might happen.
But it is sure, for some the ‘earth’ will remain earth,
And some will continue calling it ‘heaven’.