Sunshine softly creeping from the East
Blankets the land of my dreams
Sparkling droplets of last night's dew
Reflect jewel-like from the sun's beams
The morning mist rises from the streams
To resemble gossamer draped upon the wind
The 'wakening calls of the song birds
Sound reveille to all the forest denizen
In another time, it seems another world
I woke to the dawn song of the birds
And watched as the mist lifted and the world awoke
Now, in this world, I search for reminding words
I wish there could be magic words
That once spoken would be the key
To unlock the time dimension portal
And let enter dreamers like me.
"The 'wakening calls of the song birds"
`im pretty sure you didn't mean to put the " ' " before wakening, because it is obviously not needed.
wonderful write. this poem had some wonderful imagery in the first few stanzas, and then you got into the message towards the end of this poem, well done. i liked how this poem was longer, it was definatly something i enjoyed reading more, because there was more to this poem. there was some imagery from just imagining the morning and the birds singing and dew on the grass.. and everything. just perfectly written. very well described. great vocabulary. an overall amazing poem, that definatly impressed me. keep it up, 5/5.