Visions Of A Better World
© Surazeus
2025 08 08

If the leader of the state is the flower
then the people of the land are its roots,
for the flower is replaced every year,
but the flower will never bloom again
if the roots wither from the lack of hope,
so flowers bloom if we water the roots.

When hollow hearts of the people are filled
with nourishing rain of hope from the sky,
we can water the gardens of our dreams
to feast on pleasure at table of truth
with vital spirits of our families
sheltered by faith we earn from suffering.

When roots of the tree of knowledge curl deep
in heart of darkness composing my soul,
they transform anguish of bitter despair
at unjust loss of good people I love
to nutritious fruit of wisdom that feeds
my mind with visions of a better world.

Expressing ideal visions of my mind,
I write simple letters that signify
sounds I speak in sentences of desire
that conjure in mind of the listener
view of this world where people seeking hope
are equal through endeavors to survive.

Each letter I inscribe in clay of Earth
records extensive parables of thought
I speak to narrate tale of human life
where people interact in games of chance
to create or destroy structures of words
that note effective consequence of cause.

Long contemplating mystery of this world
while standing on ambitious mountain peak,
I pause at endless flash of dreaming thoughts
to breathe ethereal spirit of the sky,
then draw new map that represents the real
with words that symbolize the way things are.

For I am flaming spirit of the star
which animates my body with pure light
that beams from glowing sphere of energy
as Sun Spider Goddess weaves planet Earth
with ever-flowing waves of molecules
that form organic souls from chemicals.

Humming merrily as she contemplates
mystery of how letters signify sounds,
Ophelia, in gown of woven vines,
waters flowers in garden of her heart,
then turns startled when Orion arrives
and gives her brass cauldron for brewing wine.

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Orpheus helps Orion gather baskets of berries, eggs, and herbs from the forest, then they chat about the nature of different plants as Ophelia brews berry wine.

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