Dreams

It's the best place to be. Everything is possible. I am flying! There's my happy place, the same garden, with lots of trees in odd shapes covered with yellow and orange leaves, the sun shining bright above me, cool breeze rustling the fallen leaves while I lie on a thick carpet of lush green grass, with friends, family and loved ones around me. The river is as blue as is the sky. Life is good, with no worries and only beauty all around me! But why should this be restricted to my dreams? Beauty is everywhere, all I need is to look for it and I will find it. Or is it a dream?