Imagine
Imagine a world void of all hate
where we could disagree and shake hands.
Kindness would wash all grief while we wait,
politeness would be in high demand,
and dignity would, therefore, expand.
A world where rain washed age from our years
and sunshine brought youth instead of tears,
love would blossom midst flowering bend;
sounds of war dissolve along with fears,
and people of the world become friends.
Is peace a dream we will never reach?
are heartaches our only stepping stones?
Are we resigned to walk a lone beach?
Wind sails kites of promises we've sown
sound judgments we quietly disown.
But then, at end of a weary day,
as sun dances mid crimson display.
Shadows soften as planets align,
worries begin to dissipate, fray,
within a peace that nature designs.
March 2, 2023
For Word Challenge--an I word
by Constance La France
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