The world

I love the way the world feels green. The crystal water, fresh and clean.
The rolling hillside in between. I walk the land in all that's seen.

I hope the world can come in peace. Ramped wars will soon decease.
Hate from every man released. Into a bliss that won't decrease.

I know the world is showered with grace. The Earth, it holds a smiling face.
Like pencils go into a case. As we will join in God's embrace.

But most of all, in what transcends. I love the way the world pretends.
An open arm it will extend. and drag you to the bitter end.

Copyright 2001 Joseph Michael Egan