Forest Of Dreams
In the forest of my dreams
A weeping willow cries
When I hear one sing to me
It brings tears to my eyes
Willows weep, but oak trees laugh
And sing spiritual psalms
Feel the rhythm of the wind
The swaying of the palms
Pine trees dance, tickle my nose
I pluck off several cones
I can hear the breeze create
Whispers of many tones
Sing a song of sycamores
And play the harps and flutes
I appreciate each tree
Right down to all its roots
In the forest of my dreams
Each tree spoke out to me
Every leaf erased my grief
Inspired poetry
Poems from a daydreamer
Who hopes for a good name
A good reputation is
Better than wealth or fame
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