Utopia

Utopia In utopia there is no war; No angry raised voices, just a smile on every face. There is a place without a need to be poor; Without a money system, there is no greed or hate. The sun shines daily, unless you are in need of the rain, Then the Heaven’s will open to wash any sadness away. Freedom is in the air and morality is at the centre of everything. This is a land of happily ever after; oh hear the angelic people sing. There are people shaking hands, saying “How do you do?” There is no fighting in the street, There is no crime and no-one is homeless or blue, Because all are able to succeed and remain stable. Every King has a Queen and everybody lives in their own castle; Be it big or small, skyscraper or bungalow. Everybody feels at home here and they always have a place they can go. The streets are always clean; the charity workers are buzzing bees; Content, it has to be said, there is no-one begging on their knees, For a coin to feed their starving children; They are all fed and happy and the fun never ends for them. People are swimming in lakes, so crystal clear; The water is warm in the evening and the fish swim without fear. There are genie lamps to grant wishes, so if you wish to fly, They will give you your wings and you will soar through the sky! Boredom does not exist; you are able to do a million different things And when you are ready and have done everything, You are taken to a beautiful new land; The kingdom of Queens and Kings, Where angels speak of dreamers and love is guaranteed. There are clouds to rest upon and there is no cold, Unless you want to feel the refreshing breeze of the wind on your soul And as you enter the mansion, gold doors slowly open without hands; The entrance welcomes you to come inside and see the wise woman. The wisest of them all, The Oracle. She is so knowledgeable, That any question can be answered without delay And she understands your every thought. With grace she takes you by the hand And leads you through a beautiful door into your next wonderland… And so it continues, for the rest of time And if you ever want to return, then you just have to think it And it will be. Through endless doors And with the advice of infinite oracles; Time is non-existent for all, For this is utopia… What would you like it to be? (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.