I Dream Poem by Cloe C

I dream of a world we can run freely in the park,
not worrying about glass to step on,
or bees to sting us or thorns to stab us,
or children vanishing out of plain sight.

I dream of a world where we hug instead of fight.
Learning forgiveness from fury.
Not fearing the future,
but nurturing the moment.

Taking time to smell the flowers,
star gazing and cloud watching.
Swinging from life's branches,
following the rainbow to the end.

Appreciating how the grass feels barefoot,
how each blade brushes into your skin,
the light tickling touch in between your toes
and how the wind grazes against your nose.

Where we fly kites and play freeze tag,
stuck in space and time-
no gravity weighting anyone down
and an endless air supply.

We learn to move to the motions,
learning to keep our head up in the ocean.
Moving freely in the tides,
catching the right current at the moment.

Where we washed out the blazing fire
of industrialization and consumer desire.
There's no foggy smoggy smoke
and the world has been refilled with hope.

We sell sugar to cause addiction-
then those businesses make new trends in fitness.
Nestle created Jenny Craig-
a system designed to make you only crave.

I dream of a world that's grown clean,
where cows and goats still graze in the green.
Where animals don't go extinct-
we don't hunt for fun, but from instinct.

Where foxes and wolves look for their prey
to eat the slithering snakes in the way.
Where cats can freely come and go
and dogs can roll and play in the snow.

Where we carol during Christmas holding hands.
We give homemade presents that aren't bought.
We give thanks to the effort, time and thought.
We understand that compassion needs to be taught.

We rebuilt our schools teaching lessons of expression.
Where children learn calm instead of chaos.
We stopped giving literature lectures
and replaced it with architecture.

Learning what makes a strong foundation
and how to make it survive certain conditions.
Just like the life we live, the buildings we built
are susceptible to harsh environments making us tilt.

We support each other through wild winds,
learning to withstand the whirlpools spin.
When we all hold hands in formation
it makes it impossible to destroy our nation.