The Realization of a Dream

Was I, a butterflying dreaming... feeling how delightful*spring was; flowers in bloom and trees sprouting over the small willow, were a fascinating* scene to reminisce when heavy snow would have covered all those captivating*, lush meadows! Dreams were a vision I believed in so firmly, more than entrancing*...they were almost real: enrapturing* all senses to lose sight of reality... hoping that one of them would have remained unchanged, encouraging me to achieve the realization of a dream! Ah, another long year has finally passed, and I have returned as a butterfly to fly and dream! It's still beautiful with the waigtails merrily warbling and the long, pretty bluebells frantically swaying; this is no illusion: things are as they seem! Written by Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's contest, " Daydreams, Dreams and Dreams...." 7/15/2011