I discovered the glade when I was young,
A magical place; just a break in the trees.
The grass was green, thick and soft
Like a carpet under my feet.
Jeweled with dew, it shone
Like emeralds in the morning sun.

A glittering stream by the edge of the glade
Climbed over rocks and drifted away.
A lofty pine sat on the bank
Whispering softly in the breeze.
Daisies and poppies grew all around.
First I picked one, then two.
The sky above was as blue as the sea,
And a rainbow hung there in vivid hues.

As I set out to find the pot of gold,
A unicorn stepped through the trees.
I watched in awe, my eyes open wide,
As Pegasus followed behind.
A warm summer breeze blew through my hair,
Enveloping me like a blanket.

Then I awoke and untangled myself
From the sheets upon my bed.
And in my hand I found a bunch
Of daisies, wet with dew.

--T. Streiffert