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