Symbiosis

Every night and sometimes the afternoon,

Irrespective of the month and week,

Every now and then at school,

I sleep and drown in the world of dreams.

My vision fills with the strong bright grey,

Or sometimes technicolour,

Both seem more or less fine to me,

Though the latter is a little duller.

Yesterday in my subconscious I came across a tree,

Compared to which I was a mere dot,

But still the tree's arrogance was appalling, 

Especially when it called me short.

Today it returned, in my sleep,

But this time I was ready,

Before it could open it's over confident mouth,

I killed it with my machete.