Dreaming

Dreaming

Three chairs give her a place to hide, while the crow go away to the dance.
She listens happy the sound of the chickens, as they ride in their horses away.
News that travel under the arms of a countess, and to the ears of a cherry tree will arrive.
Decisions were made in a yellow house, to gather an army of squirrels and cows.
She listens and hurried a letter she writes, blows off the candles and run for the stairs.
To the basement warehouse climbing she arrives, she sings out with the waitress, and looks for a black bottle at the same time.
She hides her message along with her breakfast, run towards the windows, and she begins to swim.
Soon followed by dolphins and Romans, to scape between seaweeds and sunken airplanes she tries.
A wind from the south her movement stops, and for a new course is all she can hope while her oatmeal basket begins to float.
Under the bridge she avoids the three clouds, while the path among the river form the sea goes away.
The mountain down there announces she finally arrived, a pink castle and a honey lake.
A critical message for the king must be delivered, lions and guards she must pass, if the ingredients list to deliver she wants.

Kisses
Jessica