Iam dreaming
Sunlight streams, a gentle gleam,
Upon a face, a waking dream.
A curtain soft, a window's square,
Reflects the light, dispels all care.
With dark hair framing, soft and slight,
A gaze that holds a quiet light.
A patterned dress, in hues of green,
A tranquil, unassuming scene.
Beside a sill, where shadows play,
She stands and smiles, to greet the day.
Small figures gather, near at hand,
A tiny world, within her stand.
A moment held, serene and deep,
While secrets that the morning keep,
Are whispered on the sunlit air,
A gentle grace, beyond compare.
