In dreams we are connected.
Little Mouse Poet
1 Mar 09
The little mouse poet
Found himself stuck one day
He leaned back in his chair
Eyes closed he dreamed away
Sparkles glitters snowing
The woods such a bright white
Peace broken with a crash
The beavers cheered their might
Quickly each took a branch
Together they worked hard
The tree was soon cut up
Quick cheer back to work hard
Trickling bubbling flowing
The water escaping
Beaver work all day long
Waste no time as they sing
And when the night falls dark
The beavers head for home
Safely bedding their clan
Off in dreams they go roam
Scribbling marking writing
Beavers dream of mouse poet
Writing the dreams he had
Words written in a fit
Where did the dreams come from
The mouse questioned his thoughts
They are gifts from above
To inspire us somewhats
More of my work:
I love anything to do with nature. Couldn’t work out who was dreaming about who though? Seemed they were both dreaming about each other? Whatever, you took me right out there to the dam. Thanks. Aldrin 
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