By a grove of ash slowly flows a stream, <br />Following me hauntingly even in dream. <br />The eddying of water surrounding the stones, <br />Soothing the aches and pains from out of my bones. <br />Mine is a wanting for peace, perfect peace, <br />I find it here in nature’s own sweet masterpiece. <br />The sounds of rippling waters is music to my ears, <br />Washing away all of my imaginary fears. <br />Warmed by the gentle sun shining on my face, <br />Watching a spider spinning threads of fine gossamer lace. <br />No loud noise to interrupt my reverie so sweet, <br />Rendezvous with the past, future perhaps to meet. <br />Far away the cooing of a turtle dove, <br />Singing of it’s never ending love. <br />High in the sky the lark in full song, <br />I am at peace with the world nothing is wrong. <br />Join me by the ash grove and that slow moving stream, <br />Listen to Nature, and then tell me it’s a dream.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-it-s-a-dream/
