You speak of these lofty dreams,
These wondrous tales of the explainable.
But do you truly believe they exist?
That they are within your arm's reach?

Close your eyes and paint them with your mind.
Every color and every detail as clear as day.
From rolling hills of grass to endless skies.
Every blade and every cloud outlined in gold.

Imagine the spectacular and indefinable,
The impossible and the unreachable,
And believe, dear child so small.
Believe you can reach out and take it.