I have dreamt of a world
full of pineapple trees,
of chocolate dreams,
of green apples with cream ,
and of cranberry tarts.
You lifted my head,
so I could find ocean’s tears
falling from the sky.
All I could see was
a kind child waiting
for my dream, but it rains,
I can’t see clearly his face.
I could hear him say:
Dreams become clouds,
clouds became tears,
tears become oceans,
and oceans become us.
We smiled because the ocean
is the greatest desert of all
when lived and united by…
Love.
It is time to change… There are so many places where people suffer hunger, and the question is: Why? Is the answer a self-sustainable environment? If richness is not the answer for a better life, but fulfillment… What are we teaching our children? What did our parents teach us? Can we dare to change old patterns, and return to our dear mother “Earth” its throne? There are so many other places where people pollute when relieving their hunger. Why are we not conscious of the damage inflicted to mother “Earth”? What can we do to live in peace with others, including our mother “Earth”? This poem is dedicated to those who fight for a green and peaceful world without hunger.
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