Dreams

Dreams are like snow flakes They come for a season Always fresh and beautiful But they come for a reason To the wise, it is a gift so wonderful To the mediocre, something to decipher To the foolish, another chance occurrence Whatever your status or position Whether the vision is clear or blurry A dream is like the snow flakes It falls, melts and disappears like everything else in life What you do with it, is what will count, and eventually matter!