Land of Dreams | Teen Ink

Land of Dreams

June 27, 2009
By ZekeKana GOLD, St. Peters, Missouri
ZekeKana GOLD, St. Peters, Missouri
10 articles 0 photos 2 comments

I sit here,
In a sparkling field.
The dew is glimmering as the dazzling sun reflects off it.
The trees wave in a gentle fashion,
In which birds of many nest.

The birds sing the repetive songs,
Of joy and happiness they sing.
Their vibrant colors radiate a glow,
Of what seems a rainbow of hope.

The flowers,
Spread amongst the treesthat flow in the gentle wind,
Send an aroma of the wetted pollen whisping through the air.

The smell absorbs the bees that buzz,
As they fly around the fields.
They come in to rest and taste
on the bright petals.
They drink the nectars that brighten their days,
Then return to their peacful hive.

Though this field is happy
and all is calm,
It exists only in the mind.
It is a place of dreams,
In which I travel often.
Though I long very often to see this place again,
I have it always at the blink of an eye,
then i am at peace again.


The author's comments:
Everyone has a place in which they travel to in their mind to get away from the real world. In this poem i have described my place of serenity and peace. When the going gets tough i need to escape into my imagination and this was an ideal place. DOn't judge harshly. Keep in mind I'm only 13.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.