To the Tree

“To the tree of purple and pink flowers,” I sang this phrase in a dream.

Purpose, I shrugged.

If the tree has flowers and colors.

Then the entire world is in darkness.

I was the only one next to a tree.

But no one is around me,

Not even the crickets,

Not even the leaves rustle.

I look at the clouds moving in.

I think it is going to rain.

Rain? Crap!

I ran forward to reach the house

If I find it, good.

If I do not, lightning will strike soon.

I tried to complete the dream in this story, which left me with a cliffhanger.