This Is My Dream Poem by Leah Harlow

Sun shining through the branches
Rustling leaves glide on the grass
Trees swaying in the dry hot wind
This is my home.

All must fall back to darkness
Being picked up is rare
Loving and breaking come close
This is my life.

Slowly corrupting itself
People strive to change it
We all have an unfailing dream
This is my world.

One day we all have real smiles
Only love and peace exist
No more war or fear or sickness
This is my dream.