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Sometimes I get lost in my dreams,
just wanting to escape this stressful life.
I lose my way in a garden full of flowers
and search for never ending love.
The sun shimmers from the sky in the summer
glorifying the beauty of nature.
Peaceful, unharmed, and experiencing nature
while I am in God’s country, it is not a dream.
The cotton clouds and fresh breeze of summer
fill my mind and body with love.
Woods full of animals; I didn’t recognize all the life
that surrounded the creatures like trees and plants
growing every day like the blooming flowers.
The howling, chirps, and grunts of animals in nature
searching for something, could it be love?
Only pure happiness survives within a dream.
Danger lurks and protection is the goal of life.
These living beings emerge for the summer.
A hoot from an owl in the summer,
who is hidden in the dark trees like buds on flowers.
Up high, away from predators and saving its life,
it looks down upon the traveling beasts of nature.
At night, the owl keeps eyes wide open and doesn’t dream.
In the morning, eyes closed perched on a branch to love.
A deer is every camouflage hunter’s love.
Killers mostly keep away in the summer.
A cornfield, apple tree, and salt-block dream,
the elegant animal waltzes through the flowers.
The brush welcomes the creatures of nature
to bed down and hide from the bullets of life.
You ask yourself, “What is life?
and respond, Full of living and love.”
To experience life and the miracle of nature
reminds me of a perfectly warm day in the summer
full of a variety of exotic unspoken, colorful flowers
of which will always define a perfect dream.
I will always be a part of nature for it is my life.
The open window in my dreams leads me to another love.
Sweet fragrant flowers pedal me back to the home of summer.
Copyright © Amanda Lipsinic | Year Posted 2015