Over the Rooftops
Over the rooftops of the urban spread
Out in the yonder, or just in my head
I see a world of beauty bloom
No smog in skies, nor doom or gloom
No one to destroy a single leaf
A place to be happy, not hide or creep
Trees so proud, not full of decay
Where nature thrives, not dying away
Harmony exists as it ought
Not struggling daily with new battles fought
Over the rooftops of the urban spread
I long to rest my weary head
I long to feel the wind in my face
Maybe find my peaceful space
Flowers in a magnitude of colours bright
Wouldn’t that be a wonderful sight?
I would stand on the hilltop oh so proud
And hear the voice that makes no sound
See the world in beauty adorned
Then I could lose my crown of thorns.
Kim Louise 2009
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It's okay to dream...to hope...to believe. This verse encompasses all.
 i find this such a beautiful poem-though i suspect written in pain but then love and pain creates the best words-one of my favs-i find myself in it-
great
I think many will see a piece of themselves in this, as life is painful and few escape unmarked. Thank you for your kind words.Â