I laid my head down and closed my eyes.
Fell asleep and dreamed of butterflies.
All those beautiful colors for me to see.
Laying there dreaming under a big oak tree.
As I dreamed I ask myself the question why.
Animals talked and fish could fly.
The sweet fragrance of roses was in the air.
I could smell the flowers while the wind blew
through my hair.
The grass was green and the sky was blue.
I dreamed of the mountains and the ocean too.
When I awoke from my dream.
Life was not what it seemed.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
04/19/09