The Dream: a poem

Here's another poem, but I wrote it earlier, so it might not be as good in vocabulary as the other poems... nevertheless,  its my favourite!
and, I wrote it at 1 am, its strange how I get ideas at unusual times...

the Dream

in a dreamy world
up high in the sky,
With wings as white as snow,
I could fly.

I played about with the clouds,
and saw the chirping birds...
I Saw the whole world,
as in a fairybtale I'd heard.

There were many puzzles to solve,
in a world that seemed like a maze.
But, I just floated high,
and peacefully gazed...