My Dreamland

Sitting in this field of blooming flowers, it shows it self as a work of art. When I look up, the sky is filled with a glowing planet. The water that falls from the heavens, as I sit under this tree, staring out infront of me. The view has been burnt into my brain. I cannot forget how wonderfull this landscape could be. I'll watch this landscape age, only getting more stunning than I can dream. As the flowers reach their peak, they paint the space with so many colours. it made me coulourblind and the colours faded away. I wasn't sad and I'll never want my colours to come back. What I saw was a glimpse of faith. When I woke up crying with tears down my face, I looked in the mirror and saw the colours pouring down my face. This is a poem that I might use for a competition about "my dreamland I hope you all will enjoy reading this and critisism is welcomed.