This is the story of a man
This man had a plan
His plan it was grand
A grand plan at hand

This man had a thought
He thought of a spot
That he visited a lot
A spot to have a thought

His name it is Steve
And sometime in the eve
He found the shade tree
It was sunny I believe

He sat on the grass
For the time to pass
I can relax at last
Leaned onto his back

The thought was keen
To just sleep and dream
Of rivers and streams
Places he's never seen

Of mountains and hills
Places that give him thrills
Where a waterfall spills
Where his heart fulfills

For his fantasy he sleeps
His dreams now to keep
Contentment in leaps
Awake he only weeps


© blackbear