Want to fly with this passing wind
Into faraway lands of my dreams
Where all the trees are green
Flowers fill the land in fragrance
All fruits taste sweet and good
Where birds always sing happily
Sun rises and moon lights in time
Days and nights last in balance
Rain falls only to wet the dryness
Earth and water are equally shared
Where animals live in their home
Little buds always stay fresh
Rivers flow clear and clean
With moving white clouds shadows
Land always sees the stars in sky
Where color of milk is white
Prayers are offered in joy
Sundays and Mondays are same
Each season respects each other
With no rocks and depths to scale
Where I open my heart again to sing
So my eyes will smile again to see
My legs, hands and drums in breath
Oh! Passing wind don’t visit me again
And don’t make me a fool once again
Were color of milk is white Prayers are offered in joy Sundays and Mondays are same Each season respects each other With no rocks and depths to scale ----- wow...a meaningful theme my friend...we all wishes to have a very nice environment..........10+++
A fine tune with nature and fine-tuning with one's Self.
Wow! beautiful, an eternity viewed, as the immortality of the wind gallops the destiny our soul remember.....my passion live in the endless horizon i stay you made my day complete...thank you and God bless....a 10 +++
a beautiful poem on ideal world.wonderful imagination voted10 surya
nice metaphor: ''Were I open my heart again to sing'' wonderful descriptive poem of nature...........10+++
this is the dream of so many, but there is always someone who will destroy or trample the dream for a short time. faith and hope is what keeps this dream alive. EXCELLENT WRITE A DOUBLE TEN
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I think we all dream of being in that land, where we can stay in a clean environment, with people living in harmony amongst themselves and nature. It would be paradise on earth....I think if people raise this issue, some of these precious lands could remain unharmed. First a thought, then an idea, then a dream, which could eventually happen..... nice dream..............