The Tree of Dreams
The wise man of the city
Said to me,
“Go to the north hill,
and there is a tree,
were the faithful flee
from the sins of the city.
Always will the stars be bright
and the view a beautiful sight,
lonely on a winter night.
Be careful not to bring sin
to the tree of dreams
or a nightmare will tear at the seams.
So flee my child from the city of sins,
To the tree of dreams
on this beautiful night.
so sleep my child
sleep tight
and flee to the tree of dreams."
Copyright © Abby Pe | Year Posted 2010
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