I can dream it all,
the sun being partial towards our home,
sending fine golden rays in our direction.
I can dream it all,
the sky pouring sweet elixirs,
all over the pious lands, marking its territories.
I can dream it all,
the sludge on the sea bank,
the waves playing guest to the shore,
the sea breeze carrying away the earthy smell.
I can dream it all,
the trees all over the island,
that carry the stories of the past, worn out from them.
I can dream it all,
the air bringing the scents of other lands,
narrating its unexpected expeditions.
I can dream it all,
the birds residing in the tree hollows,
feeding on their favourite meal,
romancing in the evening sun.
I can dream it all, Our home,
In the middle of it, with candle lights in the hall,
the blueberry tree outside the window, and the bed where we dream,
the tree house where our children play,
the twine that holds the swing.