Dream (a poem)

Calmly stare across the sky
The clouds are floating right on by
Feel the movement of the breeze
Hear the rustle of many trees.
Smell the flower scented air
Thoughts are floating everywhere
Thoughts cascading, pushed by wind
Soon to be lost around the bend
See the way the clouds roll by
catching dreams that wouldn't die
Dream of things you wish to do
When reality is your dreams come true

Breezey

It's not perfect and I don't wish it to be. Just something I wrote a long time ago. :)