My Dream Place Poem by Chantal Lammerts

A place, where the raw magic still lives,
Where everything has it’s true colour,
Where rainbows cover the sky,
And our greatest wisdom is our earned valour.

A place, where my mind flees to in tough times
And where my heart has always been,
Where my dreams have been invented,
And my face is always seen.

A place, where I feel entirely free,
Where I know that I belong,
And where I’m never on my own,
While singing the world’s own song.

Riding horseback and swimming in the sea,
Climbing on mountains and sitting in trees,
Looking around in this forgotten place,
With always that soft, cold and gentle breeze.

Seeing the amazing blue colours of the lakes,
Smelling the fresh smell of the perfect flowers,
Tasting the sweet taste of the colourful fruits,
And hearing those beautiful melodies for hours.

Realizing that this is my Utopia, my place,
Too good to be true, too good to last forever,
Maybe not always possible for me to reach.
But forget it? No, absolutely never!

Seeing these pictures, feeling these emotions,
Touching these things while I keep on singing,
Hearing those sounds and smelling those smells,
Only makes me sigh when my alarm is ringing.

(actually written for school, if you like it, I hope my teacher does too! : D)