Sweet Dreams

The morning breeze breathed throughout the trees

The sun lit up the land with ease

He could hear the buzz of bees

Excitement spread throughout his knees

Had he found nature?

A feat of his dreams

Was he about,

To burst at his seams?

Wet grass shone like a billion birthday candles

Trees shrugged in an indecipherable rhythm

A creek cut through the land like a knife through butter

Skies glistened with the flamboyance of a new day

The man then awoke from his glamourous fantasy

Another day of laborious, repetitive work in store

The man moped outside into his dark, depressing and dismal reality

The cycle continuing in an anomie of finality.