A Poetic Vision for Our World

In a world embellished with tones so various,

My expectation spreads out like a banner, a universe.

Through the crystal of dreams, where hearts adjust,

An embroidery woven, a predetermination divine.

May there be harmony, a peaceful relief,

Where peace offerings influence, and complaints leave.

In the nursery of trust, let sympathy sprout,

Exile the shadows, dissipate the despair.

An ensemble of voices, each a novel note,

Blending together, a tune remote.

Joined we stand, in variety we flourish,

For in getting it, mankind will restore.

Goodness, let sympathy rule, a delicate outpouring,

Washing away bias, a world changed.

With receptive outlooks and hearts burning,

The excursion of affection, in heap ways.

In the embroidered artwork of time, may equity be wound around,

A blanket of reasonableness, where all are feeling better.

No shackles of inclination, no chains of scorn,

Just correspondence, a heavenly increase.

Across the mainlands, let consideration wander,

An all inclusive cash, making hearts a home.

With signals significant, both of all shapes and sizes,

A far reaching influence, embracing everyone.

Kill hunger, a respectable declaration,

No youngster will know starvation, no eyes will see,

An existence where overflow exceeds all rational limitations,

Harvests of affection, in fruitful grounds.

Goodness, Mother Earth, our heavenly ball,

How about we notice your murmurs, your quiet call.

Watchmen of nature, stewards of beauty,

Protecting the holiness of this hallowed space.

In the halls of learning, let astuteness unfurl,

A signal of information, a story to be told.

Obliviousness scattered, biases eradicated,

A future edified, with minds embraced.

Gracious, my expectation for this world, a brilliant fire,

Directing us forward, without really any sprinkle of fault.

A partnership of countries, connected at the hip,

In solidarity we flourish, a fate arranged.

Through the tremendous universe, a light blue spot,

Our home, our shelter, where dreams are created.

With adoration as our compass, and trust as our aide,

Together we venture, next to each other.

In the embroidery of time, my expectation is turned,

A story of reclamation, of fights won.

For in the orchestra of presence, we have our impact,

A tune of trust, a thump of the heart.