A Place of Dreams

I dream of a place filled with trees,

Where the speckled rays of sunlight breach the canopy,

And moss is soft against my bare feet,

Grass tickling my legs as I dance freely.

I dream of a place filled with books,

Where the knowledge of the world is inscribed on soft pages,

And pillows squish against my body,

Warmth from the hearth filling my chest.

I dream of a place filled with water,

Where the sound of waves hitting sand wash over me,

And fish glide beside me as I swim,

Seaweed dancing in the cold water.

I dream of a place filled with freedom,

Where people can be who they are

And do what they want,

The clouds floating lazily above.