My Land Of Dreams

There in my ‘land of dreams’ it’s beautifully sweet.

The trees are happy and singing,

Under a never-ending sky coloured oh, so purple a hue.

The brooks, the lakes and the people never seem to feel blue,

But filled with the colours of life.

Sounds of gay laughter everywhere, children running up and down the hills,

An old man and woman sitting near the fireplace— feel satisfaction in how the world is.

The dignity of a proud soul and the naivety of a happy one seems to grace each home.

There are souls which are cold, souls which are warm and souls which are never mere prizes to be won.

The kindred spirit and the older one, come together and feel as one.

Look how the water glitters!

And hear the birds twitter!

The fairyland is painted as a world not only of sunshine and rainbows but joyous rain too.

For, there in my land of dreams, it’s beautifully sweet!

The trees are happy and singing,

Under a never-ending sky coloured oh, so purple a hue!