(MY PERFECT WORLD)
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I dream to live in the countryside. Just to be able to breathe the sustaining elixir that is known to be the fresh air, a luxury so many of us don’t have any longer. To sip the nectar of the wine from the Gods. The fresh water that is served in parts of our land is idyllic and to hear the birds chorus as well as ducks on a nearby lake. In my dreams, of a perfect world, sheep and cows along with all other animals, who will be free and looked after for other than their meat.
To hear a rapid waterfall cascading its silvery cool waters into the cup of the flow that will lead to a babbling stream full of jumping colourful fish which create a rainbow of beautiful illusions!
Where water lilies bow to their provider of life mirroring a mirage of shadowy reflections giving respect to where it’s due!
To hear the church bells and distant sounds, of children playing in park land that has no threat to mans greed, in fact, in a perfect world the word greed is one of many that have not been thought of and never will be.
To feel the sun upon my face, smell the abundance of floral gifts and in hail the freshly cut grass. To see, butterflies bathing on buds of colours and bouncing rabbits rustling through grasses forgotten deliberately to allow a safe haven for certain creatures who now thanks to the Lord of the land can lay in sleep and peace without worries of consequences of cruelty!
© Fiona Cummings 2017
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