The Dream Garden Poem by Arti Chopra

I dreamt I was in a garden,
a garden of breathtaking beauty
butterflies and honey bees buzzed about
as they feasted on the flowers booty.

the dazzling green of beautiful foliage,
the explosion of colour between,
amazed, I breathed in the fragrance,
of a heaven, never before seen.

I stood beside a waterfall,
that tumbled into a brook,
mossy stones lined its path,
as I followed the path it took.

I lay on the carpet like grass,
and looked at the sky so blue,
I brushed my face with a rosebud,
that still was wet with dew.

the humming of the bees was so soothing,
as I climbed up on the scenic bridge,
I looked down at the huge green plants,
that lined the stony ridge.

I looked at the ancient trees,
with their brances that soared so high,
I wondered if I would reach right up,
climb them and reach the sky.

I gathered flowers of many hues,
to make a beautiful bouquet,
and to tie it all up nice and tight,
I used the sun's golden ray.

the music of the babbling brook,
the soft grass beneath my feet,
the fragrance of the myriad flowers,
soon lulled me to a deep sleep.

and when I woke up with a start,
and realisation dawned on me,
my garden tryst was only a dream,
as pleasant as a dream could be.