Dream Six

I was riding my bike on a dirt path through a green
valley that had an occasional pine tree standing guard.
The greens of the valley were surreal, deep and shimmering
like the brightness of a fairy tale. I was gliding along
the path, looking at the colors, and enjoying the sweet
fragrance that drifted from the valley. I parked my bike
by what looked like an old-fashioned horse’s hitching post.

I entered a wooden structure that was like a long,
covered shed that had several separate windows. There was
a long boardwalk beside the window scenes, and it felt
reminiscent of the Disneyland train with various scenes of
wildlife that create a kind of timeline for our planet.