Dreaming
I woke up dreaming how can that be
What is this place it's beautiful
The waters are like mirrors so clear, so clean
The grass is greener than the spring season
Trees are so tall and bountiful, flowers are as beautiful
The smell of them full your nose with aromatic sensation
It fills the fresh air with wonderful perfumes
You can feel the warmth of the bright Sun as it sits in the sky
This land is remarkable the rolling hills the creatures making music
It's a sight too see so much stars in the sky like a million flashlights
I can see peolpe gathering around an outstanding light
As they walk too the light I can see a hand reaching out too them
So beautiful, so bright I can hear soft harps playing sweet to your ears
The hand grabs and pulls up the people into the aromatic air
As they sit together in the clouds of heaven peaceful and full of love
This place is beautiful, wait, wait, stop what are you doing waking me up!
Hey wake up son, Jesus said if you don't your going too miss breakfast.
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