Like a garden rose,
it’s style is pose.
Like the sun’s light,
it’s just bright.
Like water moving
and owls hooting,
What a child sees
It’s all just a dream.
With trees and flowers
and water that’s gold.
With animals and insects
of new and old.
Two doors as bright as the sun
and with light beyond the Ocean
leading back to the city.
This may be a dream.
Is it real?
We will never know,
What’s in the forest.
Pillow
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