Humanity’s Hope
In humanity’s descent—lift up this line.
Lift up your eyes, like birds in wonder bent,
And soar toward peaks where brighter dreams incline.
The height commands the praise of hills divine—
A summit lost in clouds, in silence crowned.
Yet turn from grandeur’s steep design.
Seek the path where gentler truths are found,
For beauty waits below, where flowers kiss the ground.
I ask that hearts attend, that all grow still—
Ears attuned to hear the guide around the bend,
To bring each vision nearer—crystal-clear.
My art is this: to make the dream appear
In form and name, to give it place and face.
The ideal world, when drawn with love sincere,
Becomes a mirror of the soul’s own grace—
A truth made visible.
There meadows blush beneath the fragrant plume.
The fairest strays, her beauty breaking gloom—
She draws the dark gaze away,
Stealing into light, to hide from darker days.
So let us seek the valley sweet and full of bloom,
Where roses wild meet hillocks green,
And every songbird finds its tune.
WoPoLi 
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