Poem — Dreams

I want to build a nest.
I want to gather some twigs and hay
and lure a little birdie,
to lay some eggs in it.

I want to build a hut
with branches and grass and hope,
at the foot of that mountain
by which the peaceful river flows.

I want to dig a hole
after the pouring rain
to feel the water seeping from down
and my joy from within.

I want to feel that fresh
smell of buds,
all so neatly dressed up
as if for a show.

I want to plant a tree,
see it break ground , grow and fledge.
I want to tie a swing to it
and rise up and down with wind.

I want to feel one with you,
that feeling of peace
and of quiet and songs.
Is that so bad to long?