Mirage

What did I see,

A fearsome storm or a monstrous mouth,

Coming nearer to gape me at once,

But I suddenly wake up and see it's a mist.

What did I see,

An infant just born has a future so brief,

Fitted with a family so young or old,

A snap of finger brings me to a place I was previously on.

What did I see,

The beautiful orchard with a smell so sweet,

In a cold breeze and green grass, I walk,

A flash of light broke my dream in the park.

What did I see,

White aprons and marble floors,

With smell so anesthetic and faint,

Sound of siren specified that I am ill.

What did I see,

People arranging logs in dimensions so fixed may be a ceremony,

Silent is the air, where does the weep come from,

Rest in peace hit me that I was the soul standing there.