State of Innocence

When I think of Florida
I try to picture it without a single human
No buildings  or bridges or boats
  No telephone poles or highways  or cars
  When I think of Florida
I can't imagine what it must have looked like
  before we uprighters considered it worthy of conquest
  I can't wrap my head around how innocent
how beautiful  and wild it must have been
That is, until the sun rises or sets
And then I somehow know