Poetic Earth

To roll around in the sheets,
Pick some flowers, and plant some seeds.

But what if it could be reality?
Sip coffee and think of thee.
I surely have no place to be.

Time is valued, and days are warm,
My heart so full, my soul reborn.

Soft winds hum through golden trees,
A world of quiet, gentle ease.

Footsteps light on earth so free,
Drifting where the stars call me.

No rush, no weight, no need to flee—
What if my dream could truly be?