The Window to a Dream.

To lie on my hammock is all I dream,
to see the stars and their pearly sheen.
To feel the cool wind on a grassy track,
to explore Narnia and the Shrieking Shack.
To follow my whims and spontaneity,
to be limited only by my imagination and creativity.


To see the tree stretch far out in the distance,
 To not face any animosity based resistance.
I strive  to reach a world ever so elusive, ever so green,
Where  ignorance is ignored, only knowledge seen.
Where one does not run after trivial pursuits,
Where everything  is appreciated for function, from science to soot..


Where work is done not for mean benefits or gains,
rather to cure the universe’s pains.
Where all life is with dignity and grace
where you get the choice to set your own pace.


An egalitarian civilization, with kinship not limited to blood,
for all my fellow beings, in a hope we trust.
To  know that this world in the present is a gift.
We must use it judiciously, without being too thrift,
for either is harmful, over or less
its better to stay out of this mess.


So I dream, of a place where the streetlights, shine as bright as life,
where the cool winter chill inspires  hope and not strife.
Where help doesn’t see profit or loss,
just and only the effect and cause.
Lend a hand to strangers and friends
so all that’s broken can be mend
Let us work for joy, and to let happiness abound,
for whatever good we do, surely will come around.