I would walk along the stream,
hoping for this to be a dream,
I will glance at the stars above,
seen an empty gap,
for if this is really my dream,
I know in due time
we will be face to face,
the time would come to a stop,
the waterfall will freeze,
the air will slowly motion
the flowers in circular ways,
crickets will sing
frogs creating the bass,
the grass will begin to lift,
as they will see,
your precious beauty
making her way through the trees,
the moon with a cool breeze,
would cut the leaves
for they cover the sight
it chooses to have,
our lord would noticed
the attention she brings,
noticing he is missing
a celestial part within his kingdom,
just perfect for a dreamer like me,
all odds are going against me,
how can I get
my hands wrap around her body,
there must be a way,
I have to fight along my way,
once I hold her hand,
I would wake,
drag her out of my dream,
seal the doors to my dreams,
for nature and my lord,
eagerly wait for my presence,
they will murdered me with force,
I robe the greatest life form
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