I dream beneath the trees,
To feel the hollow mist,
and the chilled moutain breeze.
I long, again, to feel encumbered
by a sleep too sweet to slumber
Above my head, the branches rise to the moon and the skys
among the million twinkling stars and fireflies
The sky is quiet, the forrests howl
Little ‘hoos’ could be heard from the waking night owl
In the leaves I make my bed to lay my head,
and listen to the trickle from the riverbed,
Breathing in the wind that billows past the brush,
Hints of lavender and lilac followed to whisper ‘hush’.
And then I fall into that sweet slumber,
too sweet to dream beneath the trees