She loved to dream when she was young…
on starlight and moonbeams…
She’d sit alone…let out a sigh…
close her eyes…and dream…
of adventures she’d be taking
on the land…the air…the sea….
of all the places she’d be going…
of the person she would be.
She loved to dream when she grew up
Sometimes she dreamed of fortune, love and fame…
But she’d often catch herself and smile…
for some dreams remained the same…
She’s older now and when she’s asked
Why do you still dream the way you do?
She smiles… “First you have to have the dream.” she says,
“if you ever want them to come true.”
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