SUB-CONSCIOUS MIND

I am clinging to a dream,
a calm and peaceful dream,
where butterflies are everywhere,
bees are humming,
and the birds are chirping.
A small wooden cottage is located
in the centre of the fine summer’s morning.


Near the cottage,
a river is flowing
with fishes running
freely.
Squirrels, the natures’ nutcracker, jumps
happily on the trees’ branch, with monkeys
swinging from one tree to another.


The grasses are greening,
lavenders loyally giving
out the soothing scent
while the roses
are blooming beneath its thorns.


The sun brightly shines,
with soft warmth. The
soft breeze is blowing,
fills with sweet smells
of nature.


And i cannot continue any longer,
for my sleep is distrupted
by the disturbing sound
of my alarm clock.