The lonely songs of flowing streams
like cloudy thoughts and wayward dreams
The silent wind bring fairy chills
as beauty blooms from daffodils
Fuzzy squirrels jump from tree to tree
sparrows seem to fly so free
Locust climb on blades of grass
while ants collect a frightening mass
A gentle wind whispers in my ear
telling me there's none to fear
These wayward dreams so calm and sweet
it feels just like a mindful treat
A baby squirrel walks up to me
what I'm doing it wants to see
Peering, staring, it turns away
knowing now that I'm okay
The trees now sway with vigorous anger
as herein walks a total stranger
All is silent all is still
all is gone none is real
A single man wear black
a shiny blade upon his back
Bony hands and pitched in eyes
within his cloak hang deadly lies
He moves about as if he flew
for souls of life he did pursue
Finding none he went away
no one had to die today
A scary thought these wayward dreams
silent cries and eerie screams
Although I try I cannot wake
as if I've drowned within a lake
The trees grew calm once again
the squirrels came out and play began
The birds took flight from cozy nests
to pick and peck at buggy pests
I laid myself to sleep once more
and watched the sky where eagles soar
A beating bush an eagle's scream
woke me up from my wayward dream
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