branches up, roots down

Here is my offering: Someday Our Peace Will Come - Ellyn Maybe one day poetry dropped from the sky and the animals grew iambic pentameter tails and the people breathed in stars one day music dropped from the sky and the architecture turned symphonic and the people breathed in harmony one day memory dropped from the sky and the past present and future sifted like flour and the people breathed in wonder smoke and ash as distant as two sides of the same coin