Peaceful Natural Dreams...If it wasn't for those singing Birds!

word of nature
natural poem
Dreams. Words. Images. Moments. Fragmented memories. As I start walking towards the unkown, through magical places new spaces appear. New colors, few sounds. Just beautiful dreams. An intersection between flying sentences and fluid lines. Then, in the midlle of this awesome spatial place I suddently wake up! Where was I going? What was behind that tree with letters instead of leaves? Damn singing birds! You keep trespassing my imaginary fences!