by Jennifer Patino
In the time before the buildings covered the scenery...
You could view Mighty Mountain's majesty--
maybe they were purple,
Does anyone really know?
Faith can move mountains,
So why not buildings?
Maybe make them invisible so we can
Author's Note: I sort of did the optional prompt today: a poem from the perspective of a person from the future of now. I don't really believe in time or a future. We never see the future. It's now when we get there. I can look at things and see the past though. Always. I can remember how things were. This piece is about that. I'll admit I didn't put too much effort into today's poem since I wrote over 3,000 words for another project already, but I do like this one. I can picture what I thought of when I wrote it and I hope you can too.