In a World of My Own
Faraway, in a world of my own, there’s a place we’ll all be free. In this world, everyone would be at peace and get along, like the flowers growing along the path. In the winter, the snow would fall and blanket the earth and the flowers, like icing sugar on a cake. There, the sky would always be blue, and no smoke or smog would smoulder the sky. Birds would sing sweetly, a new song each morning, and creatures would go about their daily lives without being bothered by us humans. We would protect the extremely endangered species, like the white rhinoceros and the giant panda. No one would ever feel left out because we would all look out for each other. If someone fell over, someone else would bend over to help them and ask, “Are you okay?” without thinking about it. There would be no ‘kings’ or ‘queens’, because no one would commit crimes. The land would not be ravaged by war, or famine, and if someone was lonely, another person would sit next to them and be their friend. The grass there would be just as green as the ‘other side’, and whenever someone saw a piece of rubbish on the ground, they would pick it up and put it in the bin without hesitating. There would be no factories, no polluting cars or roads, just beautiful green hills everywhere.
This world sounds perfect, doesn’t it? Well guess what? That little world is ours, just without all of the war, famine, loneliness, pollution, hate, fear, criminals and sadness. That’s what our world would look like, at least, in my dream.