Last night I dreamt of rolling waves,
Of summer sun and turquoise seas,
Of tapered fields and bracing winds,
Of gentle hills and autumn trees.
Today I woke to rolling dunes,
To burning sun and yellow seas,
To edgeless fields and dusty winds,
To jagged hills and leafless trees.
Last night I dreamed of wooden ships
That rose and fell on dancing surf.
Last night I dreamed of temperate skies
That ruled content o’er living turf.
Today I woke to desert ships
That tripped and stumbled on the sand
Today I woke to shapeless skies
That ruled despotic o’er dead land.
But beauty comes in many forms
Diverse is nature’s royal way –
Tonight I’ll dream again of home
And then awake, enjoy the day.
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