Poem

Fluttering of butterflies,
Warm beams of sunlight,
Soft green grass of meadows,
This is where my mind goes.

Whispering of the wind,
Sweet songs of the birds ring,
Majestic clouds that seem so high,
Bright sunlight fills the sky.

The feeling of the grass between my toes,
The soft sweet smells of the red red rose,
This is where my thoughts sometimes go.

Then I wake up,
It was all a dream,
But I know one day,
Those birds will sing.

Danielle N Calhoun
©December 31, 2002

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