What A Dream Should Be

Of all the days I chose to go,
The rain made the river overflow,
Fishies swam around my toes,
As icy winds began to blow.

Unlucky though as it may seem,
Eyes wandered to fields of green,
The most ridiculous i've ever seen,
A scarecrow made of jellybeans.

A close look held a surprise,
As i peered into glistening eyes,
Golden like the crust of well-made pies,
Topaz jewels i could never buy.

Paving stones made of pillows,
Soft and bouncy near the willows,
Stiff and firm when the wind billows,
When picked up, weighed a few dozen kilos.

Rainbows that lead to chocolate galore,
White, dark, nuts with fruits and more,
All this but dreams to the poor,
So i ate like a little boar.

Skies textiled like marbled cakes,
Something that you could never make,
I had to make sure that i was awake,
but there was absolutely no mistake.

Dream or not, I'd like to stay,
In this harmless world i would play,
Set up camp and if i may,
Eat the sky straight away.

Tis what a dream should be,
Not probing for a hidden key,
How long this lasts, we shall see,
For i love this country by the sea.