Dream

In the midst of a field,

Gorgeous wild flowers grow,

Who wave at me as I pass,

Fluttering in the wind to-and-fro.

Cascading down from the mountainside,

Sparkling water flows,

I hear the sound of the waterfall crashing,

Into the lake below.

Beneath my feet, the grass looks so soft,

A place where you can rest,

The perfect picnic area to sit and eat,

Probably the best.

The sky is like a sapphire,

With bits of drifting clouds,

I could gaze for hours,

At the wonders I have found.

As the wind blows,

My hair flies all around,

I smile and I fall laughing,

To the soft, earthen ground.

Small flowers surround me,

Daisies, violets, and more,

Chrysanthemums, roses, and tulips,

Poppies, and lilies, galore.

As I stand, the wind surrounds me,

It lifts me off the ground,

I dance and dance in the wide-open sky,

Until I reach the clouds.

In the sky, I face the land and the brisk wind slows,

I watch as the sun fades away,

Each star pops up one-by-one,

Covering any trace of day.

The moon appears much larger,

When you are in the sky,

Its light beams milky shadows,

Across the darkened night.

I wrap myself in blanket-like clouds,

And lay my tired head down,

Then I fall asleep in this wonderful land,

Guarding my dream I have found.