Vacation

Green the dominating color
Behind it the blue skies
Grayness of clouds and concrete
Anxiety on my shoulders
Something is wrong
Again something is wrong
But trees stand like before
Sun still shines
Finally the battle dust will fall
Cannons will stop shooting
The fire will be stopped
All will go on vacation
And stability of my room
Is weird but real
A distant star explodes
We’ll find out in hundred years