dreams

Once I dreamed of trees. I would sit and think about growing tall and strong, like a hearty oak. I would reach for the sky, while my roots grew long and deep giving me sustenance. I would offer a cool place on a hot day. I would be the home base for a game of tag. My flowers would be beautiful and make sweet honey for the bees. My nuts would feed the squirrels in residence. My limbs would sway in the breeze.Now I can only think about flying away. I found that the soil in which I was planted was made of quicksand. I can only dream of growing the wings of a raven, and soaring away to a better place.