You dream to dare
and you dare to dream
dreams bereft of hope find their way on the praying lips
dreams tinged with hope find their way on the smiling lips.
Like the swans gliding past on still water
dreams waft you in a pool of emotions.
The tumultuous ambience and the aspiring conscience
dreams balance thy existence.
Like the tortoise pulling himself into his own shell
dreams give us our own world to dwell.
Dreams are made up of the eternal truth;
the truth of trees dancing to the tunes of breeze,
the truth of oozing innocence out of an infant’s eye
the truth of undeterred mountains
the truth of birds flying
the truth of joyful tears
the truth of shattering fears
and that’s why…
Dreams come true.
And we dare to dream
and dream to dare.