Gleaming Trees

Excellence Award in the 'Inspired 2019' competition

Trees gleaming,
The sound of running water, and the shining sun on my face.
As sunset arrives and departs,
I dock my boat on the murky riverbank.
As twilight comes, I set up my camp.
And as night fall begins, I slowly drift off
"Chirp, Chirp"
I open my eyes home in bed