I stand in the swirling waves

Of the thick turquoise haze

Below a bright sky full of stars

A bird swoops through the mist

Like a dancer, prancing gracefully

Through the trees

An elderly man’s cry floats in the breeze

As the branches above softly sway

A voice is calling my name

Out in the distance far away

Then my eyes open and the trees are gone

I am in bed and it is dawn.

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