There is an image,
an image of a dream, whom I love.

I can see a little red house, standing on a hill,
red tarred with white knots,
with a front- and backyard, filled with Asters and Marigolds

Surrounded by a white wooden fence,
to keep my peace in defence,

Covered in grass, so tall and ever so green,
filled with bugs, that are never seen.

I can,
see two children running around playing, and having a laught,
Hear,
a dog barking,
whilst he's chasing his ball through the grass,
a cat meowing,
whilst she's taking a little stroll on the white wooden fence.

Up above, I hear the birds singing with their beautiful tone,
the sky here is ever so blue,
and the sun always shines at it´s highest point.

And there..
At the front yard porch,
I can see a women, a women so beautiful, with red hair and green eyes,
she's standing there waving at me with a gaily smile.

Alas I can see, at the bottom right corner written words can be seen,
it reads -

"This is an image, an image of a dream, whom I love"