Dream
by
Nathanael Smith

Walking along,
Thinking out the words of my song
Through a field of yellow
Flowers blooming all around me,
Beauty for the world to see
Special beauty there for me...

As I walk I see a tree-line,
Many elms are growing thick
Thick together, only one line,
As I approach, I see the other
Side is a field, full and flowing
Jewel-encrusted with flowers white...

Now under ethereal tees, I stand
Behold, a stream wafts gently on
Between the stems, a dark-haired child
Before the child, a grassy isle
On the island sits a green frog
On the frogs face sits content...

In the childs heart there is a fear
Why or how, I know not at all...
The fear I see, the fear I feel
Replaces the peace of where I am
The peace without is gently shattered
As the child quakes ever on...