Crystals of Our Dreams
There is a wealth in this world, which comes to us from of old,
Tradition, Ritual, History===
As we watch our lives unfold.
The golden beams of a parent's smile, as they watch their child at play,
Knowing that their Traditions live on===
At least in some small way.
The Rituals of raising a child, have been blazed by many before,
One of life's great rewards===
Is that it will be done by generations more.
History is a living thing, from Soon...to Now...to Then,
It lives in the eyes of each generation===
As they grow from children to men.
Time will judge our History, for our Rituals have been the means,
And our Traditions will live on in our children===
For they are the Crystals of Our Dreams.
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