The Beautiful Streams

I ponder at the beauty of the sea Aesthetic paintings of the clouds displayed across everything I see Birds migrate to different places of the world Pens and papers await to write annals of this year's other side Wind's red carpet leads the way The sun adorns the distance's sway A candle called me back to life And drew me into the light of a smile Was it a dream; a mere imgaination? For I was a bird flying with no hesitation I was going to knock on a door But, a candle held me back from stepping onto the floor Now, I smile as I walk across the lake For it was not completely fake For the lake held a picture Of the moon's foundation It was the moon's hand that carried me Into Imagination's beautiful streams...