Visions©

I see visions of a world never-ending

Fields of beautiful blossoms

A sun that shines as needed

Rain that only comes to harvest

Snow that only falls on ski lifts, ponds and rivers

Stores that feed the hungry

Churches that house the homeless

Streets filled with walkers and talkers

The sky is full of flying travel pods

Cars are a thing of the past

There’s no such thing as crime

And sickness is no more

Of course these visions of mine

Can only be seen while I’m sleeping

It’s so sad that now I must awaken

Visions©

Copyright 2015, 2018

By Felina Silver Robinson