Dream Land

An oneiric landscape,
With great floating trees,
That wandered around,
In the spring breeze.

And beautiful people,
With butterfly wings,
Who sing of the sunrise,
And wear lots of rings.

They ride on their mounts,
Of bright singing birds,
Playing all day,
And inventing up words.

Flowers fall like rain,
From a blue brilliant sky,
And bumble bee fairies ,
Hide, for they’re shy.

But when you are gone,
The gather their prize,
Sweet honey nectar,
From the flowers of the skies.

And cool rivers flow,
Into a maze,
Where into the center,
It gushes and sprays,

High into the air,
The water does go,
Seeding the clouds,
Helping things grow.

A brilliant rainbow,
Covers the land,
Just before nightfall,
A sight which is grand.

And as daylight dims,
I am forced to leave,
This oneiric land,
Where dreams will weave.