In the harbour of the stream

She sat by the trickling stream
and dreamt of the sea
of the water
the breeze
the scent
the sound

So real it was
she believed the stream
was the sea

In the window of her dream
she saw it all
the vast expansive never ending blue
the dancing little waves
where her being touched the sea
the soft mushy sand
beneath the soles of her feet

Sitting beside the trickling stream
she was at the sea

So lost she was in the sights and the sounds
of the dream
she forgot the tiny little ant
a little to big for its size
that moved a bit too fast
only to plant a little kiss
on the soles of her feet
that sat bare on the dried leaves

Ouch! she screamed
realised where she was
Cursed the little big ant
And never dreamt of the sea.