The Dreamland

Early in the morning when Maria is awake , 

Birds chirping all around the lakes, 

The beautiful clouds that sways with the help of the winds, 

Then Maria enjoys the moment in a blink, 

Nevertheless she plays all day long, 

At afternoon she falls on the ground, 

The hills and greenary wants her to be awake, 

but Maria is in her dreamland break, 

In the evening when her friends are around , 

Maria shares her story without any bound, 

What a pleasant day she feels, 

That it stays with her until she sleeps, 

At night when she goes back to her home, 

Her parents and grand mother greets her with candys and honey comb, 

Then she counts the stars from her window pane, 

Then her eyes goes on to the lane, 

The lane that is so much quiet, 

Because it is night time right! 

Then Maria shuts her eyes, 

Then drifts into dreamland again.