The poem envisions a world where people uplift the weak and mend brokenness, turning from selfishness to kindness. It portrays a place of grace, free from greed and envy, where strength and harmony prevail, and suffering gives way to renewal. Light reveals truth, and voices join in a shared dream of healing and growth. This world rises in splendor, defined by blessings offered without honoring sin.

Beneath bright skies, hands reach to lift the weak,
Not praising faults, but mending what is torn,
Hearts turn from self, with kindness all to seek,
A dawn of grace where bitter strife is shorn.

Fields bloom with care, not greed’s unyielding grasp,
Towns echo laughter, free from envy’s sting,
Each soul lends strength, no curse in word or clasp,
Pure waters flow where once was suffering.

No shadow falls to cloak a hidden wrong,
Light bathes the earth in truth’s unyielding gleam,
Voices unite in harmony, not long,
To heal, to build, to chase a higher dream.

So might this world in splendor rise anew,
Where sin is not celebrated or held dear.