Dream World

Since as long as I can remember,
I was a dreamer,
Living in my own little dream world.

The sky was the limit,
And it would rise by the minute,
Changing in colors as it reacted to the deepest of my inner feelings,
Crying with me when I was sad and blue,
Going bizarre white when I did'nt have a clue,
A dream of red when my feelings were true,
And any other shade when the right color was due.

My little world would be my forest when I wanted to run,
It would rain my tears of pain when my hart was put to burn,
I did'nt need to teach it, it already know all it needed to learn,
And in turn,
I always return,
And I never forgot,
In fact, I think of it quite a lot.

I know the difference between reality and fantasy,
Just like the difference between night and day,
Yet in some way,
I always prefer my own little world,
My world that was only cold when I was numb and hurt,
Or my sprits were down in the dirt,
My heart burnt,
Over a lesson not yet learnt.

It was always there in my time of need,
Doing my yet another great deed,
And by it planting a brand new seed,
One that would grow in to a grand and mighty tree,
One that will eventually become part of me!

A tree that will shade me from sunny days,
And in many ways,
I could sit there all day and lay,
Wasting my time away.

But my favorite is yet to come,
It likes to run,
And have a lot of fun,
Its strength is mighty,
And should not be taken lightly,
For nothing can control the rivers and seas.

For all their beauty,
I have a solemn duty,
To respect and care,
To love and cherish,
And to make sure it shall not parish.