The wind whispers through the trees and tells me of times gone past. It gently whispers in my ear of days when dreams could last. It says Hold on to Your Dreams and do not let them pass! Keep the mirror of your hopes, but do not break the glass. Sail into imaginary lands where fairy tales come true. For by building your hopes for tomorrow, today can seem brand new. So dream on and build your never never lands that only you can see. Don't let the real world stop you. Your dreams will set you free.
©BK
