A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone. - Heinrich Heine
I had a dream, which seemed so real,I was King of the world, so full of appeal,Upon waking I found I wasn't alone,In a kingdom called Home, sitting on a throne. - Omar Kiam