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.