Once I met a Girl called Dreaming,
She showed me the world,
Both ground and sky,
Each bug, each root, and each rock,
Then I saw the truth of Dreaming,
when she said goodbye
I had a sadness in my heart,
For Dreaming had to come and go,
Finding new people, new places,
And I wept, not wanting to lose my friend,
And Dreaming assured me that she would come again,
For she would never truly leave,
So each night before I sleep,
I pray to see my dear Dreaming once again.
Author Notes: I'm sorry if this sucks. I love doing poetry but I'm new at it. Bear with me.