3 Am
A cozy cottage nestled in the heart of a verdant forest,
an old chimney on the rooftop, puffing smoke into the air.
The creaky hinged wooden door beckons you inside,
and a flickering lantern on the front steps guides your way.
Vines climb the sidewalls, and a waist-height fence surrounds the yard, where patches of land are devoted to growing plants of all kinds.
Inside, the rustic furniture is arranged with care,
a countertop gleaming in the sunlight that streams through the windows.
An old kettle on the stove whistles merrily,
as a couch faces the hearth, where a fire crackles and pops.
A spot filled with my favorite books invites me to curl up and read,
while a side window offers to sit and a glimpse of the forest beyond.
Clear views of the outside and eerie silence reign,
and a hanging blue dream catcher sways in the gentle breeze.
Yellow fairy lights twinkle on the shelf, and burning candles cast a warm glow,
while a corner table holds an ink pot and vintage papers for heartfelt letters.
All around, shiny mornings and star-filled nights await,
and I run barefoot on the dewy grass, my dress brushing every dewdrop.
A flower crown adorns my head, and bunnies and deers and squirrels by my side, as we watch sunsets and sunrises.
Oh look, the sky is smiling and blushing; as if it's in love, changing hue from orange to pink.
And when the sky cries, tears falling on me,
I sit and help the earth to collect them, as we share in it's emotions. The nearby river sings a lullaby, and I drift off to sleep.
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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