Laying by my window
brush in hand
I painted
on the pane
the fairest land
kissed with blossoms
decked out in green
it wasn't a world
that I'd ever seen
animals grazed
men stood aside
nodding in peace
in the cool breeze
love embraced us
all living things
etched in my breath
upon the pane
the vision faded
in the daylight
it was so plain
why can't it be
all folks equal
living happy
and in peace too
If I paint
it, will it
thrive ... be
I'll try it
jubilantly

let it be!