My Dream

It is my dream!
To move to the country
Where the breeze rustles the leaves
And blows gently on my face

I am so tired!
Of this city that’s bustling
The rushing cars, trucks n’ buses
That choke us with their exhaust.

It hurts me so!
To watch the animals n’ birds
Trapped in their locked cages
Pleading with their soulful eyes

How I wish!
To visit the sprawling meadows
And watch the sheep n’ cows
Grazing their fill in peace

Oh! How lovely!
Would be the swaying tulips
The crystalline gushing streams
And the graceful eagles in flight

It’s my dream!
To leave this scurrying quandary
And move to the country
Where my heart belongs!

By Saira Thomas, from Arabia