Dreams

If all my dreams came true, I would be quite pleased.
Like watching tropical flowers blowing in the sweet sea breeze.

To see an angel shining in gleaming, golden rays,
Sitting under the towering palm trees all of my days.

Laying in a meadow of flowers, admiring the sparkling moon from afar,
While sitting in the soft grass wishing upon a midnight star.

To float among all of the puffy, white clouds,
Venture to New York among all the crowds.

Beautiful pink blossoms intriguing my senses,
Riding a horse in pastures without any fences.

Watching the reflections on the crystal blue water as the sun sets.
People doing whatever they please with no worries or regrets.

Soaring high in the heavens with noting to fear.
Holding on to many memories which are very dear.

All of these wonderful dreams I shall keep,
As I glide forever in the skies blue and deep.