in the land of peace and liberty; <br />where all the birds fly <br />for their freedom to heavenly skies <br />and the sun shines beamingly on us <br />which stirs the light of hopes we have. <br /> <br />where the silence is a wellspring of peace <br />and the nice thoughts fulfill our dreams, <br />and the birds sing of love <br />under the trees <br />we kiss each other. <br /> <br />there is a hut over there <br />inside the deep forest <br />where there is a stream <br />for, it runs down to the valley <br /> <br />I hoped this was not a dream <br />if not, hoped not to awaken at all <br />for I would never leave <br />the land of liberty <br />where a picturesque life <br />and colourful scenery <br />and the different way of life is; <br /> <br /> <br />for, there was a knock at the door <br />then, I was woken up <br />from my sweet mid-summer night dream <br />to see all the things were gone...<br /><br />Ayt Atlas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sweet-mid-summer-night-dream/
