Liber

I dreamed of a green wonderland, Covered in stunning leaves connected to the strongest of trees. Valiantly the Bear Grass covers the dirt, As if we had stepped in Alice’s Wonderland Or a figment of Dr. Seuss? I dreamed of a green wonderland, Where each body of rolling water, Created by godly painters, Openness of their art, Senses freedom and serenity. I dreamed of a green wonderland, One where nature readily greets the needy, Provides for the independent, Silences the arrogant And makes peace within the unsettled. I dreamed of a body of water, So large, the struggle of the land, Minimized. I am lonely, but not alone. The sea regrets forgiveness, and swallows pride. I dreamed of a night sky, Sparkling with stars so bright, The sun bows in the crystal light. I dreamed of mountains, Touching the painted sky, Blanketed by the cold cottoned snow. Wise souls watching the below. The souls of the ancestors. I dreamed of a marshy wonderland, Glowing with light of the storm. Home for the petite, Hugging the edges of the water. Full of life. I dreamed of a Wonderland. Quaint. Sacred. Serenity. *Liber. Wonderland.