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As I rest just for a bit
I find myself awake
And as I looked up
I found myself in mistake

I am underneth my tree
But its almost dead
The night air is cold
And the grass is painted red

I start to take a walk
On my way to the stream
To get a little drink
So I could return to my dream

But as I walked through the starry night
I find myself in total dark
And as I walked for many a mile
I found a white mark

At this time I was very tired
And because I was walking
I was very dazed
Im not used to so much walking

I fall to my knees
And I couldnt walk to the stream
So I looked back
I had to return to my dream

After awhile of panting
I couldnt find myself to stand or walk
And so I sat
On this smoothish rock

I looked up for a second
And to my disbelief
I find the stream shining in the light
And I saw my tree with no leaf

I relized that the white mark
was not of a mark
But a flower
That has bloomed in the dark

I knew what I had to do
Even if it seemed odd
That my tree and the stream
wasnt very far at all

So, still tired,
I get up from the rock
So that I and the tree have a drink
And I sighed at the rock

The flower somehow did it
My tiredness quckly faded away
And I turned to the stream
And went on my way