Dreams

What dreams I may,
What dreams I might,
Have on a warm summer’s night.
They swirl through my mind,
Bring my wonderful thoughts,
As I sleep soundly on my own little cot.
I dream of a prairie ,
So beautiful in sight,
And I’m standing there playing with a colorful kite.
The sun is out,
The sky is clear,
But soon the end of my dream is near.
The birds come out,
The day is bright,
I awake to the sudden rays of light.
What dreams I may,
What dreams I might,
Have on a warm summer’s night.





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