Cassandra Jasmine (United States of Awesomeness)
A meadow, wind blowing gently.
Grass bending, swaying, and bending again.
Sun, sinking low into the soft-colored sky.
And bright, radiant colors fill the one blue meadow.
Racing antelope, slow to a gentle lope.
Mice, digging deep into burrows, nibble grass.
Crickets start their nighttime symphony.
And as for me, I start my night song.
Soft breeze, caressing my hair,
Bare feet padding on soft grass,
Young pups frolic within a fern grove,
And starts twinkle in the sky, winking.
I finish my made-up nocturne,
I let my dogs out to enjoy the moonlight with me.
As I bed them down, and owl rustles past.
Another night, another dream.
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