I met with her under a tree.

So, I woke up this morning with a tune in my head. A simple one, merely 7 notes.
But with it came words.
Out of nowhere, these words burned themselves into my mind, and I rushed to write them down.
While I was writing, I had no idea what they were; I was just copying them down from what I saw.
When I finished, I looked over it, and it turns out that it’s a poem.
Each line is exactly 7 syllables, and every two lines rhyme.
The plot is silly; some boy’s first time with a girl.
But it how on earth did it come to be?
Was it in a dream?
A dream of a dream?
I wish this would happen more often.