A Dream of Life Someday

In unbridled fantasy, I’ve seen myself far and away, in a land of sunshine and sand and the shimmering verdure of vast, primordial trees, and the glistening of flowers, and the shade of leaves. Gone are the cities, long-gone, the people, and their stifling affectations. I am an animal among animals, and the jungle is my home. I walk a barefoot path, over the rich, dampened Earth. There is mystery in the forest, and there are tales on the waves. Nature is within me. Cool air clings in beads upon my forehead, and shivers send me dashing between moss-covered limbs and through sweet-bedewed puddles. I hear the singing of birds in unseen places, who fly the calm currents like blazoning leaves, round and around my body as I stand. I feel the gentle brush of their wings before they rise into sunlight, that pours like golden powder, from the canopy overhead. I hear the secret whispering of underground streams, and I follow to the place where water flows quietly, and dragonflies hum, and the shadows stir. When the moon is high in the sky, I run to the shore, and plunge myself into the silvery sea. And I laugh with the stars, and I splash water all around. Then I sleep in the sand, by the light of distant orbs, and I dream of waking!