Sweet Dream

Come my beauty, I am the voice of the forest,
just take my hand and come my dearest;
with love you will be embraced by emerald vines,
listen to the birds sing.  Oh what a lovely chorus.

In ancient towering trees the wild wind whines,
on hanging branches tangled moss falls and twines;
let us take this path to see the sage's unfolding turns,
not far, my dear, a creek bubbles like sweet chimes.

Come my precious, take care for the wild rose burns,
a bright hummingbird, twirls, swirls and returns;
to hear my whisper has always been your rechoice,
you have loved me since a child with love that yearns.

The forest is within your heart and I am its voice,
in your dream I call and you come by choice;
you love my green deepness, my peace and tranquility,
so until time to wake be still with your innervoice.

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April 30, 2016 (Edit)


Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1077-958-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, End of October, 2018 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

birddreamgreennaturepeacerhyme

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