Poem about utopia

 Whispers of Utopia

Beyond the edge where dreamers sail,
Past weary winds and sorrow’s trail,
There lies a land not charted yet—
Where hearts forgive, and none forget.

The skies are stitched with golden thread,
No cries of war, no tears to shed.
The rivers hum a lullaby,
And stars don’t fall, they simply lie.

No hunger bites, no voices fade,
Each soul a spark, no one afraid.
The trees bear fruit of every kind,
And justice walks, serene, not blind.

No walls divide the earth or skies,
No tongues are tied with fear or lies.
The past is healed, the future free—
Each breath a verse in harmony.

It isn’t found by sword or throne,
But in the way we call home "home."
In hands held out, in truth made whole—
Utopia lives inside the soul.