In the Greenhouse

In the greenhouse I lay,

On a warm summer's day,

Under the leaves,

Of a golden palm tree,

As I drifted into sleep,

With a warmth so deep,

Of a lazy summer's dream,

As I lay among the flowerbeds,

Without an open eye,

And I hope I will not die,

But to drift into eternal sleep,

And be destined to never wake again,

From this, my most magnificent dream.