The World In A Dream
I was surrounded by beauty
when I was born
in a beautiful garden,
Like the Garden of Eden,
on that glorious morn.
As I grew older
Oh, the things I would see.
There were birds chirping,
And flowers blooming,
Always surrounding me.
The older I grew
the more places I would look,
to find more interesting things
So that in later years
I might write a book.
When I’m eighteen
Oh, the stories I will write;
Telling of the beautiful things I saw
the very moment I woke up,
at the sight of the beautiful
morning light.
©1982 KMDavis-Scheuer (Age 10)
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