Touchable Dreams

A morning chill sweeps through my body
and the crisp air bites my cheeks,
as my feet innocently crunches the leaves beneath.

Dreary dreams begin to clear,
as they soar like shining shooting stars.

I whispered fragrant wishes
and spun them to the clouds,
where the skies are blue
and my dreams are almost touchable.

Tossing my fears into the wind,
my confidence is waiting to bloom,
and I know the dreams in my heart
will be beating loud this summer!

Saffie
25

6/2/16