I woke up in a world
Where everything was beautiful,
And nothing hurt.
Love was utterly abundant,
A brimming harvest
Which stretched from winding rivers,
To concrete forests.
Frayed pockets of clouds,
Lightly tapped, caressed and
Welcomed into this utopian Earth.
Frail sprig homes,
Reinforced into their ash groves,
With tender care and loving cadence.
As eyes are glazed
With a gentle coat
Of peace and understanding.
I idled through this glowing land
Worry pressing on my brow,
Puzzled and inept,
As I tried to explain my unease.
Until it hit me,
How can one truly appreciate beauty,
If you have not sobbed on your knees.
