I was somewhere, not upon my bed,
The world around spun in my head.
I did not know where I could be,
White stretched around, an endless sea.

Then I saw you, Mr. Feather,
Oh God, how did you get in here?
And I can’t hold you close anymore,
You’ve grown like Mr. Green, sprouting skyward galore.

Soft winds whispered through the air,
Branches swayed as if aware.
I walked, I stumbled, eyes agape,
A world of wonder there to drape.

Pure white as freshly fallen snow,
With branches lined in perfect row.
View the birds and it's leaf being snowy..
In sun rays, they all seems glowy..

I watched them glide, I watched them play,
Joined their dance for just a day.
Snow crunched under my careful feet,
The cold was sharp, yet strangely sweet.

I reached to touch a branch so high,
It trembled gently as I drew nigh.
Branches bent under icy weight,
Their beauty made my heart elate.

Climbed the "Tree of Feather" tall,
Its height amazed, I feared a fall.
Branches swayed, a playful mock,
Then down I slipped with sudden shock.

Woke up startled, yet with a grin,
The dream still lingered, deep within.
And there i saw him and had a smile..
For Mr. Feature was lying there in style.