Wouldn't it be great if there was a hill

far away from any city, pollution, crime and evil.

You would walk up the hill

and sit down on a rock

as a cool breeze rolls over your body.

You close your eyes

and you hear water trickling from the well that you're leaning up against,

forming a small river,

forming a small lake,

with fish darting about

every time a cloud passes over head.

You also hear leaves rustling in wind

coming from the nearby tree!

You finally hear birds chirping

a peaceful soothing song,

and in your hand you hold a book,

a book of peace

peace that would never end.