Like a bird flying,

I wish my dreams could be free

from life’s gravity.

Oh, how my dreams fly.

Like a majestic eagle,

they soar far away.

Dreams are not meant for

feathered pillows or blankets.

They are the Earth’s warmth.

Dreamers are blue jays

stepping out there carefully

in order to soar.

Dreamers’ thoughts blossom

like a beautiful flower

that pretties the world.

Dreamers, like the sun,

bring warmth and light to the world.

They’re necessary.