The Hidden Utopia Poem by Martin Greyford

Walking down the road
To a place unknown
To the outer world,
I heard a commotion
Behind my ears but
I didn't know where the noise was coming from.

I tried turning around
Maybe I could see where
The joyful sound of celebration
Was coming from.
But I saw nothing
Except hearing the sounds of celebration.

The sound was coming out so good.
In a good harmony of their voices.
But I was lost and was eager
To know what caused that harmonic celebration.
I sat down on the tarred road,
Thinking out loud where it was coming from.

I searched the rhythm of that sound.
At first I thought it was the trees
Dancing to the tone of the wind
And the branches whistling to its rhythm.
But as I paid attention it was not
The trees producing that joyful sounds.

I said maybe it's a wedding celebration
But I wasn't so sure what kind of a party it was.
Women shouted and men whistled.
All that my heart wanted was to go
To that hidden land and see what was going on,
And at last my eyes saw something ahead.

I opened my eyes so wide
To see clearly what was ahead.
It was a society in the midst of the trees.
In the midst of the forest.
A place so beautiful like the hidden paradise,
With people not so many in number.

I rushed there and realised that it was
A hidden utopia.
A society with people living in harmony.
Like nowhere else in the world.
With people so beautiful.
A place so clean and green.

The people there were just singing and dancing,
To their own melodies.
There was no party at all.
They were just happy for being
Their own kind of a a society in the world,
The hidden utopia, land of peace.