Dreams

Whispers catch wind
Voices heard

A singing branch

Attracts a bird

Hungry fruit

Fall to the floor

Allowing trees to live once more

Giving bugs and birds a meal

Means the trees will once again heal

And give a home to the gnome 

That live in the forest 

But not alone

He has his most dear friends

The ones who will be the till the end

The fairies that live under the shroom

Have a beautiful delicate room

Where magic is made 

Spread far and wide 

By the men that form the tide

Only once a blue moon  

Does this magic bloom

And kisses the foreheads

Of the those sleeping in a cocoon 

Giving them the most important gift

Seen as dreams 

By the ones that cant 

Tell what it means

To be kissed by magic.

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Author: Traveling In A Pack

I am a dog behaviorist and trainer who loves to see new places and meet new people. I don't go anywhere with out my 2 Bordercollies.

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