The World Not Found

Ethereal is the moonlight piercing through the clouds. Knowing are the stars, who are forever smiling down. Black is the darkest night as she slumbers in her abyss. Sweet is the breeze that blows soft and gentle as a kiss. Graceful is the flora as it waltzes in the breeze. Serene are the waters of even the wildest of seas. Kind are the spirits of all never seeking to harm another. Fertile are the lands yielding bounties like no other. Unblemished are the days containing the bluest of skies. Unheard of are the pains familiar in all our lives. Peaceful are the dreams of all humankind. Perfect is the world that we have yet to find.