My Perfect Reality
I stare out my open door
Feeling the wind whirl around me
Causing my red hair to spin and fly
As the giant trees look down at little me
I smile up at them
Just happily being in my oasis
I hear the slight pitter-patter
As the rain falls from the darkening sky
And finally feeling the soft grass beneath my feet
I sigh content with just being
With each drop of rain that hits me
I become more and more calm
But I guess that's what paradise does to you
I fall to ground looking up at the perfection around me
I can't help but think if the greenery surrounding me is dream
When I open my eyes will all of this be gone
No this fantasy around me is my reality
Even if once it was only a dream
The hard work I used will always be imprinted in me
To show I made my perfect fantasy into my perfect reality.
So I close my cabin door to wait for another perfect day.
My Perfect Reality by Ryan G.
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