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.