Dream
There is no better place to dream,
Than a little cottage by a stream,
With a garden full of hollyhocks,
Snow white lilies and scented stocks.
The sound of water trickling here,
Is pleasant music to the ear.
The birds are singing in the trees,
Branches swaying in the breeze,
It's here that all your worries cease
A place where there is quiet peace,
A time for stillness and reflection,
On our God and His perfection.
So when the pace of life gets fast,
And your worries seem too vast,
Picture the cottage by the stream,
Close your eyes and build a dream.
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