Imagine a place where the rivers run free,
No dams of desire, no “more” than we need.
Where hands are not grabbing, but giving with grace,
And kindness is common in every face.
No hunger for gold, no hunger for gain,
Just fields full of plenty, not planted in vain.
The roof overhead is enough for the night,
And no one is homeless beneath starlit light.
The oceans aren’t poisoned for profit or pride,
No species are silenced, no forests denied.
The Earth is not owned, but honored instead,
With every step gentle, and nothing to dread.
Children grow up with no price on their dreams,
No ladder to climb, no corporate schemes.
Work is for purpose, not climbing a chart,
And wealth is the measure of one’s open heart.
No vaults full of treasure while others despair,
No markets that gamble with breath in the air.
Power is shared, not hoarded or sold,
And love is the only true thing we hold.
Such a world may seem distant, too good to believe—
But it starts in the hearts of those who conceive
That life can be richer with less to possess,
And joy grows the most when we choose to have less.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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Interesting!