The Blossom Tree

I see white and pink blossoms and flowers,
birds chirping,
I see a beehive as silky as silky boxer shorts.
The sun shining on me.
I start climbing the tree onto large sturdy branches.
I see planes flying through the sky like a bird.
It is a gigantic tree,
a giant trunk.
All the birds are passing me.
I hug the tree and fall asleep,
I wake up smelling the fresh morning air.