Daydream

She often daydreamed of leaving,

Abandoning her shoes at the door,

Getting lost in nature's melody,

Her naked feet dancing across the damp ground,

Following the rhythm of the whistling wind

How she wished she could seamlessly float through the air like a leaf on a chilly September afternoon

Or shape shift like a fire increasing in size

Her skirt following the pattern of the silky breeze

Digging her toes deeper into the moist Earth,

Her body would sway with the trees,

Her movements gentle and steady

She desired to chase the clouds even if they led nowhere

And stay out long enough to greet the moon and stars

She would not mind rain for the drops are kisses from heaven

Nor would she dislike snow for the flakes are angel dust

She just wanted be out there...

But somehow,

She was always dragged back down to reality

Where she sat at a desk,

Surrounded by walls

Day after day

It became known as the place where her daydreams died