Quest

He's wearing a filter, 

No wonder, air more fresh

Oceans are cleaner, we; 

New trash. 

You see it, how peaceful 

Like daddy's old farm. 

Kites on the clouds

Flights in the arms. 

We were running so fast

No wonder, we fell

It's here what we wanted 

More water on well.

He planned it already 

He planned a roam. 

A quest for humanity

While humans are home.