It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
For golden moments of burning thoughts told
Meaning nothing other than to extol
For sun filled days that come to let unfold
New beginnings, new life, new dreams, new themes,
All within our minds, becomes whats beheld.
New moon signals times we must have new schemes
Undertake the path that lets our walk weave
A tapestry of landscapes by fleme…
Perchance we’ll change from blue to green, like leaves
On the branches, across our paths stroll,
Hearthrug of comfort and luck, we believe
It is the dream that makes thankful our soul
Meaning nothing other than to extol.
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