One night, I sat beneath the endless sky,
Where darkness wrapped the world, the moon held high.
The town lights flickered, far and faint, and dim,
And then a voice—so soft, it filled the rim
Of silence, calling to me clear and near,
“Do you wish to know the secrets no one else can hear?”
I nodded, clutching earth with steady hand,
And felt the pull of a distant, unknown land.
I saw a crowd, their faces lined with strain,
Their hands clenched tight, their hearts bound by chain.
They took from each other, their spirits frayed,
Cursing the universe, feeling betrayed.
I watched with sadness, the universe did give,
Yet greed had turned their gifts to ghosts that couldn’t live.
They couldn’t see, through the haze of want and need,
How they turned blessings into hollow greed.
For every gift given, they grasped too tight,
Turning abundance into a desperate fight.
The scene then shifted, as if on a breeze,
To a sunlit meadow, beneath tall, ancient trees.
There, children played, their laughter pure and bright,
In fields that glowed with a gentle light.
The air was sweet, and food was shared with ease,
And joy flowed freely, like rivers through trees.
People gave freely, with smiles unforced,
Their hearts aligned with the universe’s course.
Above, the gifts rained down like summer rain,
Unhindered by greed, untouched by disdain.
The universe’s gifts were an endless flow,
Blessings in the air, wherever love would grow.
The voice returned, a whisper soft and wise,
“Tell me now, am I to blame for the cries,
For the sorrow that plagues those who choose to snatch,
Turning open hands to fists that only latch?
People’s greed, their fears, they hide them deep,
They grasp at shadows and in the darkness sleep.”
I felt the truth settle in my chest,
We are the architects of our unrest.
If we only saw the power of a hand that gives,
How it sows the seeds for joy that lives.
When we choose to share, we learn to grow,
But clutch too tight, and fear is all we know.
In that moment, beneath the starry night,
I saw the universe was bathed in light,
Not the source of pain, but a mirror clear,
Reflecting our choices, our greed, our fear.
For peace lies not in taking, but in hearts that care,
In open hands, in love, in the gifts we share.
