Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Utopia

 The gentle air, squirrels in the trees,

The birds in the sky, all flying free.

This is the world I want to see,

This is the place that I want to be.

The neighbors smile, nature chatters away,

The sun that sets on this beautiful day.

This I want and I want it this way,

Like yarn to a cat and a horse to it’s hay.

A heart that glows with the man I love,

All the happiness and hope that I dream of,

Like a blessing that comes from above,

I want this life, this joy hereof.

I want to laugh with family, with friends,

I want to know that the fun never ends,

I want a world where no one pretends,

And nothing ever has to mend.

This is the world I only get to see,

When I close my eyes and drift to sleep,

A treasured memory I will keep,

Till the end of my days, when death creeps.



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