EMERALD DREAMS Deep in a forest of emerald dreams. Lost in dance, the otter plays. Bathed in the joy of a mountain stream. Chasing the sunbeams round the day. Frolicking laughter in her heart. Born to the earth a gentle clown. Sang to the sky in a moments lark. Calling the owl sweetly down Wake from your sleep on the highest tree. Full with the dream of glories flight. Drink of the golden life with me. Far from the shadow world of night. Open your eyes to the hope of love. Open your heart to the warm embrace. Leaving your lonely perch above. Come feel my light upon your face. Oh how the lordly owl did rise. Smooth as a whisper on the wing. Down from the rapture of the skies. Bowed to this child of heavens spring. B.E.