Dreams
Dance in the meadow, swim along the lake
Marvel at the wonders, our vivid journey will take
Soak yourself in raindrops, let your fingers feel the cold
Allow the wind to brush our bodies, those feelings are made of gold.
Let wonders fill your memory, to carry you through your day
Where you can re-enact them, to those you meet on your way
For dreams are a work of magic, they astound and mystify
Because they are individuals, money cannot buy.
They travel on our journey, always by our side
Growing as we wander, on this wondrous, enchanted ride
Tuck them in your pocket, they will suit you well
Keep them for tomorrow, the stories you will tell
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