Dream Or Reality? Poem by Niamh Gold

When I dream I take reality,
Then twist it as I like.
Until everything is perfect,
There's no problems, or worries, or strife.
I dream of distant lands,
Upon the snow white clouds.
Where jewels drip from trees,
Where every song is sung aloud.
Life is simple and easy,
I haven't a care in the world.
But when dawn comes,
My eyes flick open, and the easy life is gone.
I'm left on my own,
But somehow, it doesn't seem so different.
When I step outside,
Dew drips from the trees, and I smile.
The clouds are still as white as snow,
And I sing happily aloud.