Dreamer's Paradise A mountain face, A waterfall flowing down, Mossy rocks and leaping frogs. Swinging ivy, Fallen from its tree waving in the wind. Whispering grass hoppers, Singing from their hearts while clung to the Luscious green grass. A bird of prey swoops, Thundering through the wind, Then diving and gliding with such perfect Elegance. Monkeys swing, That branch, That branch, This tree is mine and I know it. Firm hands holding strong branches, A tail wavering in the wind preserving the Motionless balance. A furious roar and a leap with claws and Teeth thrown forward all at once, As the tiger misses, Pulling one feather from the fleeing bird. The bird soars high, The wind under its wings taking it far in its Precious freedom, Almost lost but still fighting. A child running, Leaping over rivers, Climbing mountains. Climbing trees, Replying in whispers to the grass hoppers. Gazing up with awe at the bird of prey, With the wondering, Dream filled thought of inventing wings. Dancing through a jungle, As the monkeys have claimed the trees let Us use nature’s floor. Skipping by the tiger’s side, Picking up the fallen feather. With a quick puff, Blowing it away, Drifting into the seemingly endless sky. For maybe the bird would be to catch it One day, And sew it back onto its feather coat.