Utopia

Given sunlight, They Multiply And Divide

this is utopia, flowers bloom and they cannot hide

a Silent, Fine wish to hold them like this

comes true and clear no wear and tear in utopia

the wind will Whisper and they all Reply,

"the Height of comfort has gone goodbye"

home sweet home is now a movement

but still a utopia

Safety wades between the Lines

the River calls, "aren't i what binds? i'll never leave you."

and it flows, and knows of every fine detail

Inch by inch, it grows Bigger in sequel

a Brick road can't halt it

Grade three exalted

because they can do no wrong

their Pilot propositions Write the rules of the trade

they collect and collect

with no rest and no weep

until they see the moon that puts the flowers to sleep

like a plan of Iron

a poem with a Rhyme

the kids gather to discuss

the big next time