My Dreams

Yesterday I dreamed of walking in a desert full of flowers
I dreamed of the desert having a monsoon shower
There was yellow sand covered with blossoms and trees
Oh that was a moment I wished would just freeze

Have I told you about the dream I had last month
I saw monkeys at my back and peacocks were dancing in the front
The pigeons were flying everywhere in my front porch
And how can I miss that beautiful view of golden birds
Nightingale was singing some wise words

These dreams aren't new but they are weird
Golden birds don't exist
Some of them are just going to extinct
And am scared to tell this dream to anyone
Am afraid they'll hunt for all these creatures with their guns
They'll kill them up and they'll kill my dreams too
I fear they won't let me see this beautiful view

And it's not just me it's also you
Who must have dreamed of these species too
You too would have loved the stories of birds and wishes
And some magical horses that fulfilled your wishes
So please let me and all of others live this dream a little more
Cuz isn't a cloth that can be sewed up once it's tore

let the birds fly till the sky is high
Let the animals jump and run.....don't ask me why?
The answer is lying somewhere in your hearts
Were you not the ones who used them first to pull carts?