A Dream

On a foggy morning sunrise,
I wake up with birds chirping,
Feeling lazy and fresh.
I can hear water flowing.

A look through my window,
Shows just green.
Grass with dew,
And trees that lean.

No newspaper to read,
No clock or calender to see.
No TV to watch or phone to ring.
Just some hot tea.

Nowhere to go, nothing to do.
All I feel is just peace.
All I do is just be.
And my soul just is.