The trees

What if the stones were blue
And the streets we walk on red
The leaves all purple and green
And the trees would be mean
They would want to hurt us
To tear was apart,in shreds
Like we did to them back then
When we wrote our stories
On theirs,on their life and tears
While we would have forgotten
To enjoy all the colours and
The treasures life has to offer
It would be nice and we would
Be awake and see the wonders
Of the nature and the beauty
Of the cruel and lovely sins
That enchant us and make us
Crave for more, for the most
Tantalizing and purest thing.