Swings are filled
Everyone is thrilled
This world of glory
Full of flowery
Birds are chirping
Their wings are fluttering
Freedom we could feel,
There was no pain to heel
The leaves, fresh and green
Where everyone could reign
Animals walking freely
Hunting was no more there to disturb them
Everyone was considered a gem
A pure round piece on the hem
Everything was better
But I am afraid
This is just a MID-SUMMER DREAM
sania harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mid-summer-dream/
