Dream Land

My dreamland, oh how dreamy it is.

 The skies are always blue with white puffy clouds.

 The grass is a perfect green and fits the environment just right.

The houses are neatly in rows with bright colors painted on it.

 The neighbors are all so friendly to each other, with no fighting of any kind.

There were parks where children all played and got along.

The schools were fun and kids loved learning.

Parents trusted their children.

There was no war.

Discrimination didn’t exist.

Everything looked so perfect.

 But why cant it be this way in reality?