Go to bed to sleep,
Sleep to dream,
Dreams that u cannot keep,
A lovely place as it may seem,
Counting sheep that leap,
Over the moon in colour of cream,
Mountains and valleys that peep,
Amidst them flows a sparkling stream,
Now we fall asleep,
And dream,
Dreams we cannot keep

Winter,
A season when u sit beside,
Some burning timber,
To cold to go outside! ,
Well I prefer being cuddled in a blanket,
And sitting inside,
Best time for hot chocolate,
And Add some marshmallows,
After ye make it,
The lakes are frozen,
People are buying,
Hot cross buns by the dozen,
Dance on ice,
Which once was a lake,
But I find both nice,
Make some snowman,
Or throw some snowball,
Like a professional bowman,
Well I think,
Winter,
Is best,
When u sit beside some burning timber

I sat gazing at the empty Sky,
The Sun falling on my face,
one lonely cloud passed by,
It was an ordinary cloud,
But it's beauty swept me away,
I followed the cloud,
It lead the way,
Without a doubt,
It was magnificent,
Until one fine day,
It stormed over me,
It struck the innocence within me,
That day I cursed the cloud rashly,
And God,
And all for appreciating beauty? ,
I always ask God why?,
Why did he put within my heart,
a scar,
And all the almighty says,
Everything is fair in love,
And war

I had a dream,
No worries and problems,
Having some cake with chocolate cream,
On a picnic,
Sitting by the stream,
Under that shade of a tree,
With a cool wind,
Blowing past me,
I hear the rustling of leaves,
And the flowing of the stream,
Some buzzing of bees,
And chirping of birds,
Living in trees,
And a crunch of twigs,
By some critters running here and there,
I'm sipping on some cold drink,
Writing poems I'm the wind,
Without any ink,
After all I had a dream,
Having some cake with chocolate cream,
By the stream!