UTOPIA

My utopia, the sight that leads me to ecstasy,
Is a breath taking encounter, the magnificent of all can see?
Where clarity and chastity reflects with every image,
Where contentment is gratuitous, not bound in a cage.

A little house with emotions embedded within
Like jewels ornamented artistically therein,
The walls tinted with elegant shades
Of beautiful relations, those do not fade.

A crystal clean fountain that enhances
The mesmerizing melody, the music of the water
Purifying the wind as it blows,
Each note, each tune selflessly that doesn’t wait for chances

The jingle of the drops that fall from height
Tempting to itself onlookers and passers by,
The humming of the birds their union with the sound
Their joy, their play a relishing sight,

The dancing moon, its shimmer with vanity
The figure that moves with the drift of the wave
It’s plunge in and over the puddle
It’s narcissism, its pride over its sagacity

The diverse colors that come and go
From morn to dusk to night and more
The violet, auburn, the crimson, pink
The presenting of shades that nature shows.

The mystifying sun the early morning rays
The glee the happiness to extended depths
That appears not confined to mirages
Glistening brightness that adorns days.

The peace and silence of the dark
Of the singing crickets and cool breezes
That blankets the atmosphere in slumber
The morn that rises with the rising of the lark.