The Land of Joy
Her version of utopia
Published in
Jun 14, 2021
The branches of the tree
cracked up with her smile,
The chirping of the birds
Were heard from miles,
The bees on the dahlias
Danced with joy,
The baby with a yell
Sucked on his toy,
She dreamt of a land
Not far away from here,
A land where love and joy,
Ran bare.
She dreamt of a home
In the midst of that land,
Where birds danced for suitors,
As the leaves rustled with the wooers.
She dreamt of a sweetheart
Eloquent like a piece of art,
His hand stroking her hair,
With warmth that was surreal.
She dreamt of that moment
When her soul was at peace,
Swaying with delight,
Inhaling the fresh breeze.
