Dream with me of a world
where the colour of our skin
doesn’t bring hate,
where our bodies
are not open to debate
where our being
is just accepted,
even celebrated.
Dream with me, of a world
where the trees sing of love.
Where the grass
shows us hidden pathways.
Where history teaches us
to not make the same mistakes
as we did previously.
Dream with me of this,
a world where tyranny no longer exists,
where equality is the only way.
Where no one plucks fruit
from another's tree,
because the abundance is gifted for free.
Dream with me of a world
where our life is not
judged by difference,
but held up to share
the uniqueness of each presence.
Dream of a world where the skies
dust us in hearts aflutter,
like butterflies in summer.
Dream with me of this,
a place where
the way we believe
is deeply personal,
something internal,
and not a weapon
to use in rage.
Where conversation
is something to cherish,
not just an excuse
to push your narrative,
or make yourself seem
better than the rest.
This life isn’t a contest.
Dream with me of a world
where the seasons
share with us their magic,
and it inspires hearts to see
that the world doesn’t
have to be so tragic,
that dreams can come true,
if we just hold on a little tighter
to the love granted to us
