I once dreamt of a beautiful land,

of birds singing in great green valleys

and beaches of golden sand.

Crystal rivers laughed as they danced,

the sea roared and the deer pranced.

Everything smelled of flowers and the

honey of bees.

The grass was soft beneath my feet

and my face was shaded by the grand trees.

Then I awoke to hear the birds sing,

I stood on soft grass and wondered,

Was it really a dream?










Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog and do not have any artistic right to it.








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