I had a dream not long ago
Of rolling hills and trees
Wild horses galloping
A gentle mountain breeze
I dreamt of clouds; a bright blue sky
Shining orange at the sunset
A dim-lit cabin in the hills
But wait, my dream's not done yet
I dreamt of mornings, crisp and cool
The steam hung on my breath
The fog sitting in the valley
A bowl of clouds down in the depths
I dreamt of all the pine forests
I'd walk through every day
The dancing spatters on the floor
Of the sun's bright orange rays
I dreamt of birds and frogs and bugs
That would sing to me all the while
And afterwards, as I lay to bed,
I'd only start to smile
As coyotes yipped and sang around
And wolves began to howl
In my cabin, I was safe
As the night creatures began to prowl
And crickets stirred and chirped away
And owls called, hoo, hoo!
My only thought of home that night
Was wishing I had you.
I had a dream not long ago
Of rolling hills and trees
Wild horses galloping
A gentle mountain breeze
The sun shone down onto my face
A gentle touch, a kindly smile
A voice then spoke, soft and sweet:
"Good morning; you've been sleeping a while."
About the Creator
Viva Marie
I'm Viva Marie. Ever since I was four years old, I've loved to write. Even before that, I would scribble lines in my notebooks, pretending I was writing a story. I love writing about adventures, nature and rebellious girls with big dreams.
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