Tired of waiting for a wished upon star,
Imaginary portents that never lead far.

Within wakes a giant,
Hopeful and uncertain,

Afraid yet empowered,
With the intoxicating,
Thought of what could be.

On the outside a smile and happy laugh,
Inside a deep aching sadness.

Daydreams float up from the grass,
Into the sky painted bright hues,
Just dreams, never to be born.

A fish cannot fly, he is only a bass.
Life is a game and some have to lose.

It is drudgery yes, the pain makes forlorn,
The hope of those who dare,
Envision a world free of this snare.

The only thing eternal- nature is.
Song of seasons sung from the beginning,

Blankets of moss cover one deeply.
Streams sing one to sleep.

Woodlands carry to the land of lived out dreams,
Where can be no thing more beautiful,
Than a forest undisturbed,

Or a valley in the morning light,
Fellow man please let her be.