'A Dream's Making'

A lovely young dreamer
In the early summer night's chill,
Slowly dozes to sleep
Atop a great hill;
The grass is her mattress
Her blanket the sky,
She sleeps waiting for dreams
To pass nearby.

The wind whispers stories
Of far away lands,
The flowers add color
And give the beauty a hand;
The moon adds its mystic
With magic to spare,
And the stars to thier part
Giving each thing personality and heart.

So a dream is made
By secrets of the night,
And the dreamer recieves it
Till dawn's early light.