Dream
I inhale the crisp air,
It smells of the rich earth;
The scents of the forest,
Sweet, and piercing my senses.
There is a happiness and joy,
A beauty and tranquility;
Trees give way to fields of green,
And wildflowers grow in every hue.
There is a twitter of a bird,
A squirrel foraging in the grass;
It all blends seamlessly within my dream,
In happy sweet harmony.
I hear the sound of rushing water,
A waterfall cascading over a jagged cliff;
Where below silver fish swim,
And I cup the water to my lips.
Oh, what a delightfully happy dream.
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August 30, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Get Happy 101, sponsor, Casarah Nance
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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