Dreams - Sophie Keeling (12C2)

The grass, the clouds, I see
Them all, covered by the
Drifting fog floating over
Blades of grass, a gaudy
Tacky green. The blooms
Of dusty unreal red are
Swaying with the wind. And a
Clear, bright tree with some type of
Blurred fruit, covered by the leaves
Is standing resolutely
Still among the grasses, many
Grasses crowding, sprouting from the
Base, living from the growing tree;
And the water shifts
And the scene moves.