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I Dream Of
I dream of blue skies
Not obscured by smog or pollutants
Filled with white puffy clouds
Ships with sails that float across the endless blue sea
I dream of the brightest green grass
As soft as the softest velvet
That sway gently in the breeze
Caress my toes
Nature’s blanket
I dream of gorgeous sunrises
A peek of promise
A speck of light in the far off horizon
Bringing day, a new beginning
And of satisfied sunsets
Red sky, purple streaks
The sun retiring after a day’s work
Sinking slowly as the stars and moon take its place
I dream of waterfalls
Crystal clear water flying down the rocks
Splashing without a care
Playfully sending droplets in the air
Land on my face
Cool drops soaking in my skin
Wind blowing and chilling
Hands high and free
Face towards the sky, eyes closed
I dream of breathing
Of feeling my diaphragm rise and take in that air
Refreshing replenishing Renewal
Breathing like I may never be able to do so
Breathing like each is the last
I dream of losing myself to the rhythm of Creation.
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This is pure idealism.