WHERE THE GEESE DREAM

I think of a place, hidden from the world,

A secret land safe from mankind, still with beauty.

Within these trees and plant life sits a lake like glass,

So calm when the air is still, moves slowly within a breeze.

There is a sound of peace here, frogs and fish move along quietly,

There is a mystery about this world, they come as one, never seen.

A special place, left untouched by those who destroy what is beautiful,

When you step into it you will be stunned by these creatures of thousands,

Here is where there is peace, this is where the Geese dream.

Keith Garrett