My Dream

By: Avery Schroeder

The healthy trees so big and tall,

made it look like I was small.

And as I danced among the trees,

the flowers below,

seemed to dance with me.


Millions among billions,

of dew droplets on my hair,

made it to were,

I could not bare but to sing a happy song.


As if I were one of the tall trees,

I sprang up so high,

but only to crash,

onto my knees.


And oh how my knees hurt,

as I fell onto the flower covered,

luscious, green ground,

bam!

I realized it was only just a dream.