The World Not Found Poem by Jennifer Parks

Ethereal is the moonlight
piercing through the clouds.
Knowing are the stars,
who are forever smiling down.

Black is the darkest night
as she slumbers in her abyss.
Sweet is the breeze that blows
soft and gentle as a kiss.

Graceful is the flora
as it waltzes in the breeze.
Serene are the waters
of even the wildest of seas.

Kind are the spirits of all
never seeking to harm another.
Fertile are the lands
yielding bounties like no other.

Unblemished are the days
containing the bluest of skies.
Unheard of are the pains
familiar in all our lives.

Peaceful are the dreams
of all humankind.
Perfect is the world
that we have yet to find.