I dream of a deep turquoise lake. Sunlight skipping from edge to edge
leaving a trail of sparkling gold dust. I dream of soft lush grass of
deep green, each blade tickling my bare feet. Daisies growing wild
as far as the eye can see in beautiful curving waves besides dandelion
clocks that sway in the warm summer breeze. The serene melody of
the song thrush calling to her mate as the blue tit sings a chorus of love
beneath a cloudless sky of powder blue as dragon flies dance in
soundless rhythm chasing one other without care. As lady bugs pause
upon my hands and I count the black dots that contrast so beautifully
against their scarlet red skin before they flutter away. Here is where
I wish to lay, to pass away my day, eyes closed I can hear the earth
feel its mirth, hear the soft lapping water and feel the warm burning sun.
It is here that I can finally feel at one.