Beauty of Dreams

The air is dry

My feet are wet

Stomping through the creek, I make myself a bet.

We can’t stay here, We must go up there,

I must give it a fair shot, no matter how high up,

Yes, we must make the trek.

So I go and take another step.

With big strides yet small progress,

I really wish I wasn’t in a dress.

With every stride- I greater my pride.

I’m so glad I gave this a try.

I make my way all the way up,

I am one step closer to the prize.

Out from the clouds, down comes a quill

I didn’t think I was able to write around here.

With pep in my step, I leapt to reach,

Just to fall and scab my knee.

When I made it atop, down came a fox.

What ought I to do, I am feeling quite lost.

With a quill on the ground

And a fox with no hound,

I firmly set both feet on the ground.

With one last step I’m about to finish my quest,

I’ve finally made it to the mountainside.

The fox and I have a great stare.

He says, “we’re so close, you can make it up here”

I guess, yes, victory we are owed,

Though, I wonder how he speaks through his nose.

Atop the mountain I get a peak, beautiful indeed.

I call for the fox to come and see.

I see now, this magic we were due.

With stars so bright- the sun is too.

I mean what, what a great view.

The trees which seemed so tall, now they seem so small.

With shapes I’ve never seen before,

Colors of foreign shades and tones, this beauty only seen in dreams,

My adventure, It was anything but dull.