What would life be without dreams?
Without latching onto the airways
of a prayer.

What would life be without threading
our tomorrows with dreams of today?
Without the hearts pulsation of gratitudes song.

Just... an empty planet with barren soil
and footsteps shadow.

Just... a breeze like vessel in the wind trying to find a port.

Plant your dreams and water them with hope and breath.
Tend to the ground you walk on with prayers and trust.
And then watch them grow, into a forest of dreams.