It was always assumed that I was mythical, even fantasy. The world has changed since my time here on this soiled planet. I remember forest of evergreens and the gentle songs they would sing. I can recall the streams that ran crystal blue. The wild flowers that wanted nothing more then to be appreciated. The mountains with their many changing mood colors, and the way they would grow in anticipation for the falling snow at winter time. A time where seasons lasted as long or as short as you wanted them too. A time when innocence couldn't be lost and death was never final. A time when our earth was the center of the universe. Before science, religion and politics shaped our landscape and brainwashed us with social acceptance. Our primitive thought process was so forlorn to judge the would be wicked and cut down the uniqueness of this world with blinded ignorance...
