Author: Sam Woods

A Dream I Have
Vines entangled with wires
Trail down solar panels,
Mice dance and tumble over 
Weeds growing by adaptor cables. 
Trees spew over rooftops 
Creating homes for winged things
And fruit to feed the masses.
Ruby red apples shine in the sun
While grapes spiral down office windows. 
The whirring of wind turbines 
The whisper of wind Nature and machine: 
A solar punk dream.