Surounded by imagination In my ripped up jeans

I'd like to sit in a tree for hours and hours on a nice sunny, summer day. Wearing an old t-shirt and my ripped up jeans with my barefeet dangling over the side of a branch. Below there would be a big open grassy field covered with dandilions so I can make a million wishes and fill the air with magic. The feeling of peace and serenity would be all around. Then when the sun goes down, the night would begin. When the stars come out and the moon is full, the fire flies would come out of hiding and fill the darkness with glowing yellow light. After I watch them for a while, i'd grab one of the many clear glass jars I have, catch a few and put them in the jar. After watching them for a while i'd hang the jar on the old banyan tree. After a while the tree would be decorated with the jars of little yellow light. The tree looks beautiful and glow with great luminescence. Then i'd let them all go and once again see them fill the atmosphere with little puffs of light. After a while of watching the creatures of the night come alive, i'd fall asleep. Then i'd wake up just early enough to watch the sun rise. I'd watch the birds come out and stretch their wings. I often envy birds. I often wish I could spread my wings and fly away. After the sun is high in the sky, I jump and fall to the ground in my ripped up jeans now with a new hole. I picked up a dandilion and made one last wish. I thanked the tree for it's kindness, turned around,  and walked back to reality with a grin. Because this is my imagination bringing my deepest peace to life. So really, I can fly away...to my imagination

Author's Note

I wrote this sitting under a tree listening to My love by Sia that my friends is an amazing song

Reviews

[Hachamecha]

That is a beautiful imgination you have there. So pure.
Care to share a bit more?

[The Watcher]

A really sweet and vivid poem. This would be my idea of a perfect summer evening, and I like the thought of hanging jars of fire flies from a branch. Wonderful writing, and kudos to you.

[kaylynnmelody♥]

This reminds me of so many good summer nights.

[Lydia]

I love this. Very beautiful, and visual. It also gave me an idea. Hanging jars of lightning bugs on trees would be quite beautiful.

[The Scholar]

Wow, I love your train of thought in this piece, as well as the descriptiveness of it. It made me feel as if I were right where you were, content and comforted on a summer day, just sitting in a tree. It was beautiful. :D

[Vertigoingnowhere]

thats what i was going for. For it to be extreamly descriptive

[Siena - Silent Awakenin..]

Wow, this is good! And I love all Sia's work. aha i do that tooo...

[RAWR!]

i really like the descriptive language that you use, it really aids my brain to assemble appropriate images.
awhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i wish i was wearing ripped up jeans, its soooo hot today :D

[Shy Girl]

This is just what sitting under a tree and taking it all in should be, sound, read and feel like. I abso love to just sit ..yes in my own pair of destroyed jeans...(so old..beat to SH-- ..wonderful jeans and a ripped t-shirt) Nothing like it...I love to do that at the beach...but this is just so tangible that I could hear and see and get lost in what you wrote. Just abso loved it :)

[Roe]

a very magical write