In the orange grass I lay, waiting for the day, I'll be swept off my feet by the kight in shining green. He'll ride a brilliant red dragon that breathed gray ashes warm. My mother, in her yellow cloak will say how proud she is of my knight, then during the scarlett night I'll ride with my knight until morning pink light. I see a castle, one of polka dots and blue. There lies a round king with a tan face and colorful legs with bright reds yellows greens and blues. The knight will cry "Marry us, dear king!" and I'll bow with grace in my white colored skin. Black birds will fly around singing low tuned songs and I'll grasp my knight's hand and sing in matramony along. After there will be a feast, filled with food of all kinds, robin's eggs, turkey legs and even lasagna in its prime. We'll laugh and smile and shake hands with the maids, then when the day is over, by my knight I will lay. We'll speak of sunsets filled with browns blacks and golds, then I'll hold him tightly woven in the silken blanket folds. We'll sleep and sleep and when morning is to arrive...
I'll realize I was just dreaming the whole time.
