Dream of Hope

Underneath the summer moon
I dreamt a dream of hope
The world is not dead and drear
There’s actually magic in the air

A flutter of butterfly wings, is it?
Or the soft delicate petals of a bloom?
Or something more that puts a smile on you face
Like a fairies wings of gossamer lace?

The sky is not the limit on create,
Imagination cannot be stilled unless you agree.
So, take my hand and lets dance in space
Spin and whirl, grinning, laughing…lets pick up the pace!


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