Gentle Dreams

There is a place
That’s so devine.
It’s warm and happy
All the time.

The grass is soft
And green and lush,
A gentle breeze
Moves through the brush.

The sun shines bright
Every day…
When last it stormed
Who can say.

Ocean waves
Roll slowly in
Revealing now…
A dolphin fin.

Children dance
And sing and play,
And laugh that
Special childlike way.

When nighttime comes
The stars appear,
Though darkness reigns
There is no fear.

Few find this place
And so it seems…
Perhaps it’s only
In our dreams.

So close those eyes
And let it come…
Your passport to…
The land of sun.

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