Sweet Dreams

As the night creeps slowly around your branches,you look behind the stones of earth there is the night greeting thee or behind a bush it's starring back at thee look up into the stars above there is the blanket of night looking down at thee.You lay down in the soft green grass that grows all around and your eyes close gently shut watching the soft clouds drift by not even an ant crawls over thee till you awake the next day with the sun glowing down on thee stretching all your glorious branches to start down the path of a bright new day!! (KLM)