Dream the eartH as paradise, as our only home, the sky as our roof shrouding every nation, dream that mankind loves everyone today. Dream without any borders, it’s easier to do, no one to shove or kill, churches are the sky dreaming of mankind smiling on one another. I may just be idealistic, there are many more like me who dream of holding kindness as mankind’s Love is seen. Dream of no ownership, I’ve no doubt you can, no want for war or hunger in the seed that makes up man. Dream for all of mankind to cherish another as a gift. I may be seen as an idealist to some, yet I’m not the only person that dreams of peace and joy and wants mankind to love as one. © 2010 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)