Utopia

To be grateful for the sun.
To thank the gods for what they have done.
To make believe there is a utopia.
A land of unprecedented greatness,
full of animals never seen before,
like Treetigers and Aligatorbreath.
But everyone's world would have to be different,
would have to shift and morph with the moon,
would have to bend with realty.
A Treetiger would be a Firelion or a Kazzoble.
It might always be day,
or always be night.
There may people
and there may not.
To each her own and to own her each.
As long as the crows caw,
there will be no breach.