Sleeping
Dreaming
Wandering
Stepping into the mirror,
A world once thought upside down
Was not at all.
What is really real?
There in the stillness,
A magnolia basks in the loveliness of the moonlight,
Clouds sail across a midnight sky
Like tufts of cotton candy,
And a tree
Who only dreamt of what
She could BE,
Never imagining the form she would become.
Searching for the answer to a mystery,
Wandering
Dreaming
Waking