Don’t worry
about the frozen rain
stinging overhead;
I’m sleeping in the roots
of the Dream Tree tonight.

Where button fruit hangs low
On proud branches
waving Autumn colored leaves
amid Golden fire flies and
twisting Rainbows from root to canopy.

Crimson squirrel outlined
in Indigo moonbeam
and Pensive old dog,
Listen to the dusk songs
of Swinging frog.

White stars on purple
in days last light
before the warm glow
in the darkness of true night,
veins of silver replace
the afternoon’s rainbow.

Don’t worry
about the cold
and howling wind
I’m sleeping in the roots
of the Dream Tree tonight.

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