Dreaming back to childhood.. has a kind of charm:-
In fresh and tranquil valley, as I Iie beside the meandering stream, My eyelids gently meet and there I slip into a dream. I dream of better days, of days of sunshine, sea and sand, Of trees, of bushes, flowers and hues that beautify the land. Long glasses full of lemonade, fruit with vanilla ice cream, Aunties apple dumplings, with custard, see it steam. Picking those wild strawberries and crunchy hazelnuts, Catching hands on blackberry thorns and getting nasty cuts. Climbing trees, oft falling out, not breaking any bones, Trying to skim the water with those nicely flattened stones. Hearing mummy shouting "Come on kids it's time for tea" Mouths began to salivate, wondering what 'twould be. Sadly the dream ends abruptly as a bird begins to sing, I lie in the sun, contemplating, what the rest of the day will bring.