Sweet Dreams


Should I Call You Jesus?
Sitting there looking like an angel
not a care in the world
with her precious bundle of fur resting
softly in her arms
the soft breeze blowing through her golden hair
the sun falls and looks like an orange sitting along the horizon
she lies in the damp soft grass
closes her eyes
wishing hoping that time will stop for just one second
its like a fairy tale where nothing ever goes wrong
as she falls into a deep sleep she whispers sweet dreams