Poem. Daydreaming.

As I sit beneath this tree 

Daydreaming I am 

Writing the words that arrive 

In my open mind

When as a child I was told 

Stop daydreaming 

Now I'm old enough 

To do as I wish 

Consciousness mind 

You are open for me to share 

I adore the open me 

The old me is gone 

This person is aware 

Nothing needs to be perfect

For I am as good as I can be

I am worthy of all great things in this world 

Some of these I already have 

My eyes where closed to see 

Now my mind is as open as my eyes.