by Teresa Hall

In a perfect world, there would be no wars,
no sorrow, only compassion and mercy
running like liquid gold through the hearts
and minds of men.
There would be no crying, only ripples of
laughter flowing through the air like a bubbling
mountain stream, endless 
and full of life.
There would be no hurt, just the soft touch
of a caring hand to gently brush away the
silent tears.
There would be no dying, only a rebirth of
all that is good, fair and true in the
human spirit.
There would be no hate, only a quiet 
acceptance of so many different faiths
and ideals blending together like the
kaleidoscope of colours 
in a rainbow.
There would only be peace, harmony and most
of all love, if this was a perfect world.

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Teresa Hall has been writing poetry since a young age and has been greatly inspired by the beauty in nature while enjoying long dog walks on the Scarborough Bluffs. Most of her poetry is environmental, but she also writes philosophical and, lately, more personal poetry. Two of her poems have been on exhibit at the Bluff Gallery, one at the Agincourt library and also one on exhibit at the Carnegie Gallery in Hamilton. She has been internationally published as well as here in Canada in various venues.