The Dreamer…

She sang a little word
and then wove a broken line,
threw in a loopy rhyme
and a tale was spun in time

From the fluffy cloud doors
the golden fairies looked down
waiting to dole out magic charms
adjusting their white, cloud gowns

Then the angels came flying
over a farm which ran a mile
where the sheep flocked on a sunny day
and where the rainbow arched a smile

The soft folds of the morning
splattered the hues around
as she drew a little green tree
in the creases muddy and brown

Others complained of weather
and questioned if it would rain
She sat and rolled a feather
(which if I’d believe her)
had come from a purple crane

The little dreamer was a princess
in a castle of chocolate & candy
Who, sat oblivious, of course,
to the crazy world around her
and her picture clicking daddy…