Dreams.... Possible Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Life as a rabbit running by, in a free forest of life, no anger, no sorrow, no back stabing by the invisble rouge, leaves fall as if gifts from above, and the wind blows with percise rythum, sun rays engulf the world around me, warming even my inner soul, feeling the pureness of this scene, to capture a picture in memory, just to remember the happiness i feel, the utopia that is abouts me, touching every sensor in my body, as if putting your hand in a still lake, just to see the ripples of electricity, that you have created and use it, to remind you of the dreams and goals, that makes this place possible.