Dream Country Poem by Tim Riene

I wanna get the place where grass so odorous
'n' on the broad fields wind wisperin' words for mind
And where two little birs is singing song for us
And where our brains are not so occupied.
There is single flower not so lonely
And native spirit living but not only
And sunny day and day of rain
Don't hurt me and don't cause a pain.
Trees that green n' yellow sing me of life
and that is fully green is sing me song of love.
And empty krone n' snow's song of last.
But summer's careless air of the past.