Dreams Delivered


The warm orange glow of the sun hanging low in the sky signaled the coming night.

Shadows mixing with the fading sunlight show

A forest of trees large and small covered in bushy green leaves that move with slow and heavy steps.

Musky and pungent smells waft through the air as they walk.

With breath cool and crisp like the wind after rain.

Their keen eyes focusing on the distant land ahead.

In their prickly limbs, they carry dreams waiting to be dreamed.

With a low gravelly voice, one proclaims; Make haste in bringing these dreams to all those sleeping in the land.

nature poetry
Kris Naillon
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