A city made of silver pearl,

buried in the sea.

The light is bright, reflecting white;

a place untouched by thee.

Protected by a shielded bubble;

trapped in air forever.

The population may be small,

but here ties can’t be severed.

Aging is no problem here,

for there is none at all.

The people are about the same;

there’s no one big or small.

Arguements, oh now and then…

this place is almost perfect.

We like to stand and watch the sun,

as whales begin to surface.

This place is called Eutopia,

it’s also called Atlantis.

We watch explorers come to us,

we watch them leave so frantic.

No other can survive this place,

it’s only built for some.

And so we sit is solitude,

with hearts that beat as one.