I dream of a place
Free of greed’s viselike grasp
Where the rivers run wide, wild, and true
Where joy flies apace
Toward he who but asks
And more than all, all there is you
I dream of a place
Free of greed’s viselike grasp
Where the rivers run wide, wild, and true
Where joy flies apace
Toward he who but asks
And more than all, all there is you
A Poem A Day 