ambermaitrejean:I think I’ll weave a dream todayamong the moon-bark treesand count blue stars
ambermaitrejean:I think I’ll weave a dream todayamong the moon-bark treesand count blue stars that fell from the nightthen bloomed so heavenlyUpon my cheek the shiest kissblown by the zephyr breezewho swiftly dartsabove the treetopstickling the aspen leavesI lay upon a green grass bedbeneath a floral quiltthen drift awayto the sweet refrainof songbirds’ happy liltPhoto and poem by Amber Maitrejean -- source link