The City Beneath the Gentle Stone©️ by Felina Silver (Copyright 2025)

I’d cherish a world where joy runs deep—
Enough that a place like this feels like a home we’d all want to keep.

Beneath the hills where moonlight bends,
Past root and rock where silence mends,
There lies a city none may find—
Unless they hold a peaceful mind.

No map will guide, no compass sway,
To chambers where the kind ones stay;
A whispered name in dream-born rhyme—
A place untouched by grief or crime.

The gates are carved from sapphire flame,
And open not for gold or fame.
Only hearts that seek no sword
May pass the glow of the silent ward.

Its towers bloom in crystal vines,
Lit by stars that know no time.
Rivers hum through glowing stone,
With songs that make no soul feel alone.

Each voice is heard, each face is known,
And no one walks the path alone.
The baker sings, the weaver hums,
The bell of joy forever drums.

Here, envy dies, and wrath dissolves;
The air itself in peace evolves.
No hunger lingers, no child weeps,
For love is sown in roots so deep.

They say the ones who find this land
Were drawn not by a guiding hand—
But by the truth within their eyes,
A mirror clear of hate or lies.

And should you dream of such a place,
Look not for doors in time or space.
The path begins where kindness grows—
Beneath your thoughts, where mercy flows.

For underground, where stillness thrives,
There lives a world where good survives.
And though no crime may ever hide,
It welcomes all with peace inside.