Describe the dream in words,
that’s what poets do,
and the dream is like a piece of art
both sprung from the mind, these two.
A world of beauty in one glance
twisted fate and perfect circumstance
a current of deep waters, a dance,`
shining, colorful, dark…
The forms within are many
yet of materials so minute;
it is a wonder there is a dance at all,
yet the tree has taken root!
It is surrounded by a pond, emerald green,
and the blue white high above,
of life is the tree, it surely appeared when
a strong will became great love.