"To sleep, perchance to dream..."

Even Shakespeare wrote a lot about sleep, so it's definitely fair game in this poem by junior Aidyn Cabiro:

Sleep

Sleep is very precious to me

While you sleep, your mind is free

As free as a dog in an open field

For while you sleep your mind does not yield

You can fly or you can race

You can even travel to another place

You can dream of fantasies far away

You can be under the stars and lay

Your mind is not always calm and warm

Sometimes in sleep may come a storm

Your mind becomes scary and rough and tough

Your mind then decides you’ve had enough

This may happen and you’ll be shook

You’ll open your eyes and take a look

Nothing is wrong it was just a nightmare

Your mind has touched a place you cannot bare

You soon drift asleep more calm more peaceful

This time your soul is much more sleepful

Eventually the time will come to wake

Time to leave behind and take

Take control of your mind once more

Leave behind the tales your mind once bore