There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. Douglas H. Everett


A New World

Dedicated to a new future,

Why can't I hear the angels singing?

Why can't I hear the silver bells ringing?

They used to sing and ring in the ancient times

I remember seeing rubies and diamonds as big as dimes

~x~

But that was a different life full of adventure and hope

Where vines of trees used to be ropes

I visit that place every night

Where there are flowers at every sight

~x~

There the flowers eternally are in bloom

The people there know no doom

I visit that place every night when I sleep

It's my place, only for me to keep

~x~

The place that I dream of is how our world should be

With no pollution in the air and plastic in the sea

~x~


A/N: I'd like to thanks Artemis's Hunt for agreeing to beta-read this poem. (Go check her out on fanfiction.)
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