Fairytale world of dreams

pretty dreams of castles clouds and swirling winds that capture memories of the garden little children running through the flowers deep in the meadow, the cottage waits for the gatherers, their songs fill the forest with laughter and beauty their small feet touch the moss and buttercups so delicately and gently as if the world of nature were speaking to them in a beautiful ancient language wait.....there is the path, we are here, we have found the gate to the garden the garden of our dreams . . . . . i create to fill the earth with beauty and softness, to heal the tattered souls, to softly touch the smile that has been forgotten those who have saved my spirit, I have kept them in the precious memory in my dreams.