My jolly dreams

My jolly dreams.
it couldn’t end, forever I dream.
This will be my destiny.
Eventually, my dreams will go.
Life is a barren field, with snow to cover.
As if it was a sheeted blanket.
As what I am dreaming underneath.
Will the red berry wreath in my jolly dream stay as I go?
The candy canes lining up, as I walk across this fresh airy snow.
I slowly start to suffer, through this chilly weather.
Hold on to dreams.
For dreams to disappear
My jolly dreams.

--Sanna A., 7th-8th Grade