Her white dress blows with the wind

Her golden hair silently flows from her face

She quietly stands on the clover green hilltop

Watching us with her clear blue eyes

A single tear rolled down her flawless face

She stands there with her arms open wide

Waiting for us to embrace her

We selfishly ignore her and turn our backs away

She sees this but takes no notice

She hopes one day we will see her

As she stands there and her utopia

As we stay and destroy ours

With

Hate

Greed

Hopefully one day we will join her

In her utopia

With peace