251. Fortress In The Clouds

There is a fortress in the clouds where I often end up there in my dreams a more fantastic place I have not found where nothing is as it would seem In the courtyard the animals talk about the beauty of walking beneath the trees about the garden the statues walk tending to the honey bees The Lord and Lady dress in robes of emerald green they know the names of all in their land when out riding they are often seen talking to the people and lending a hand Every one has smiles upon their face no one is sad and there are no cries there is no death in this place and there is no space for hurt and lies The people treat me with great respect whether they be young or old this was one thing I did not expect but is valued here more than gold Everything seems to be friendly here Water, rocks, birds, beasts and trees never have I felt any need for fear when they all want to talk to me There is a fortress in the clouds where nothing is as it should seem a more fantastic place I have not found but it only exists within my dreams