By Kristen L. Jahn,  jahnk@msn.com
Date: 25 October 1999

Daydream

I stand tip-toed at the top of a hill
Everything below seems so still
The warmth on my face from the bright sun above
The feelings of joy that soon could be love
As a warm summer breeze blows through my hair
The scent of sweet flowers fills the air
As I dare to look up into the sky of blue
Through the clouds I day dream of you