The golden rays of the sun
The emerald sky
Adorned by perfect clouds
Studded with diamonds,
I see this all through
the coloured glass

I see prodigious birds
Flying high,
My heart sees a dream,
Hoping to reach the sky;
A dream that is unique
Yet a vision that is unsung

Ambitions extend beyond
the frame of this oval window
My faith is spirited
Hope knows no end;
But rationality mocks at this
Can my dreams really soar?

When the sky is overcast
And the clouds are grey,
My heart sinks
But now the heavens are bright,
I see the light...the silver lining
Yes! My dreams do have wings!