of tiny plants.
With delicate white flowers,
that the little girl wants.
Tall trees that give,
the sweetest fruit.
Like the music she plays,
on her wooden flute.
Emerald green,
the leaves, they sway.
The little girl jumps,
and dances and plays.
The bluebirds, they sing,
a melodious, happy tune.
She merrily joins,
and sings to the moon.
The bright yellow sunlight,
warms her face.
A gentle breeze blows,
and she walks with grace.
She wakes up slowly,
realization dawns.
She stretches a little,
and sleepily yawns.
She smiles to herself.
It was a wonderful dream.
But she'd rather stay home,
as beautiful as Heaven may seem.
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