The Valley

In the valley I lay my head to rest

beside the coolness of the tall trees

The breeze hits me like the gentle ripples of the stream on a hot summer’s day

I am happy

I am free

I am dreaming now, soft and warm

pleasant dreams of birds singing and the taste of marula fruit on my tongue

it wets my hands as I eat from its flesh

Sweet nectar slips down my fingers and drips to the ground forming ripples unseen

and running quickly through the jungle my feet as light as air

I rise

above the thick green trees

past the birds singing delightfully

I rise

arms outstretched to receive the warmth of the sun

I awaken, back in the valley, back to the coolness of the tall trees

and the gentle breeze

I am happy

I am free.