A Dream is a Seed

A dream is not like the fog which flees from the sun.

Nor like the winter snow that melts when its time is done.

A dream is a seed planted early;

Perhaps watered, perhaps forgotten.

A dream is love and care, good water and sun,

Or maybe a prayer for a seed long believed gone.

One dream is a goal to be achieved,

While another is a hope that might be.

A hope hidden in favor of goals,

When all but forgotten it sprouts and is free!

A dream is not like the clouds that skim the sky,

Nor like the rose that blooms and dies.

A dream is a seed planted early;

Perhaps watered, perhaps forgotten.

It comes alive when least expected,

Sprung from a hope once shattered and broken.