In A Dream? Poem by MISS SEXY MAMA

I stare at the beautiful stars in the sky.
Sometimes it feels like I can truly fly.
I can hear the whisper of the tress.
I feel on my skin a slight breeze.
The grass is my pillow for the night.
The crickets are my lullaby, that are out of sight.
The gentle whisper of the wind soothes me.
Sometime the best things in life are the things you cannot see.
This peaceness is what I’ve been seeking for.
I can’t handle the stress it gives me anymore.
I know when I am out there I feel I’m not alone.
I can hear the river rushing softly over the stones.
The last thing I see before I sleep is the sky.
So now I write goodnight and good-bye.