Withered Dreams
I laid my dreams upon a stone,
To see how far they could be thrown.
Upon the wind, the stone, I cast;
And after many years had past.
I found the stone, but alas,
My dreams had fallen on withered grass.
I gave the grass what I thought it needed.
To God above, through prayer, I pleaded.
With care and nurturing I could see,
My dreams were coming back to me.
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