Beautiful Naivete

Before
death was inevitable
when
the world smelled like roses
I dreamed

Before
mountains existed
when
every possibility
seemed like an opportunity
I dreamed

I dreamed
of tomorrow
and the faraway places
that seemed so close
that I knew
one day
eventually
nowhere could escape my curiosity

Beautiful words

Nice poem .

I was expecting a beautiful nativity, with shepherds washing socks and wise men star trekking.