Talking of dreams...
I dream of a land full of happiness,
Of songs and laughter to be heard
Everywhere, no less;
Of birds singing to us all, in the trees,
And lambs frolicking in the fields,
All around, all these;
Of well fed babies gurgling in their pram,
Children playing in the garden,
And with them, their mam;
Of ripened blackberries in the bushes,
Ripe and ready for the picking,
But no one pushes;
Of all things soft, silent and so at peace,
No hectic noises to be heard,
But the buzz of bees.