Silly Dreams
Silly is as silly seems
counting rainbows
in our dreams.
Sliding down
their colours bold
landing in
a pot of gold.
All our troubles
washed away
as sun and rain
combine to play.
Every cloud
that holds the rain
joins the fun
in dreamland’s game.
Its silver lining
will unfold
to mirror
rainbows colours bold,
and guide us to
our pot of gold.
In everything
we see and do,
if we can dream
then dreams come true.
Like rainbows
glowing in the rain
the sun shines through
our window pane,
and silly is
as silly seems
and shares with us
our wildest dreams!
Ivor G Davies
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