The Reality Tree Poem by Jon Holloway

The Reality Tree

Yesterday the tree, a black skeleton on a grey sky
Everything composed of cut-outs, I don't know why
People I knew ceased to matter at all
Difference between right and wrong so small
I needed sleep but it would not come to me any more

Today the tree in 3D and full colour on a blue sky
Everything so detailed watching the gold leaves fly
People I know, they can make me cry
I know now what is wrong and right
For a good enough cause I will fight

All of this wonderful change came about
Through a nice long dream without doubt