The Perfect World

Can you imagine a world with butterflies?
A world empty of pretty lies?
With light blue,sparkly skies?

Could you imagine the ground we stand?
Where justice and happiness defend?
A world empty of sadness or woe.

And empty of war and foe.
Where wind sways and flowers grow.
And there is one thing that everybody know.

A world where everything is bright and happy.
Maybe even wholesome or sappy.
A world where nobody cries.

Where sadness dies.
Nobody feels lonely and nobody denies.
Maybe a world of sunshine ray.

With the glowing moon accompanying it.
Where the sunshine shines on your skin lightly during day.
And the moon comes up,takes it away.

Where the skies are often blue.
Or sparkly with a black hue.
Where animals sing and kids play in advance.

Where everyone gets acceptance and a chance.
Maybe a world where everything ends well.
Without needing to use a wishing well.

A world where you can grow wings and fly.
It sounds perfect,I can't deny.
Maybe that world exists beyond our imagination.

If we just focus,we will get to that one another nation.
Where pain and despair does not exist.
And you don't always need a quick fix.

Where everyone holds hands and sings.
About the wonders that nature brings.
Where bumblebees fly and birds happily chirp.

And you don't fall face flat onto the dirt.
In the perfect world you don't get hurt.
And tears won't fall.

You won't need to run or crawl.
Where you can freely draw.
Maybe imagine that world onto the paper.

And watch it come alive.
Maybe in your dreams tonight.
Or daytime when we fight.

That would certainly be a sight.
You won't need to try and fight.
Because there would be no trace of war.

Where you succeed and get far.
Maybe ride a wishing star.
To fly away,very far.

Maybe this world is in my imagination.
But I hope for power of creation.
Maybe one day in my own station.

And it will be my own creation.