Soft as calling the breeze through springtime trees
Sunshines warmth cascades through early morning trees
Beachfront waves lap quietly to their last reprieve
Sometimes places in in memories such as these
Of times so long in ages distant past
Thoughts gathered in the nets our imagination casts
Of dragons and the middle age mountain dwelling folk
Twist round the fireplace our thought we stoke
And as in embers stirred n ow to the night sky
Beyond the beliefs of those we one did try
Then finding grass touched by the rain so green
True light spills from dawns first sunrise echoes as a dream
By and large the clouds across the vaulted sky
To enhance the thoughts that gave us hope to try
Ignoring now the voices of those that said we could not try

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