In a world where life is evergreen and love is everlasting.
At times I believe we all share the same idea on what a perfect world is. How maybe humanity could finally be at peace and love has the same meaning as it did when love really carried the weight of struggles, worries, pain, and joy.
E.E. Cummings tastefully wrote this poem creating a world within a world.
Who Knows If The Moon’s
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves