Dreams are born, are crushed, are renewed and even stamped into oblivion … daily.
Dreams take birth – a fledgling of an idea,
takes seed in a fertile mind, capable of overcoming the paranoia.
The seed sprouts, grows, takes form of a sapling,
budding into a tree flowering.
Do the saplings always become the trees?
No. Most times, they fall, get crushed, trampled upon, rise again and even uprooted.
A freak storm, a petulant child, an errant ball overshooting the boundary line
Nature’s fury or Humanly wrath leaving it trampled, scattered,
lifeless remains left aside in the aftermath of a force it could not withstand.
Whatever be the fate – to shine or perish,
the plant accepts the love and hate.
Uproot it yourself or wait for it to be washed away
Its existence is sure to be erased forever.
The Sun shines again,
The breeze blows again,
The seed germinates again.
A new dawn awakens,
a new beginning promised
And a new dream is born.
Dream… dream away.
Dreams are born, transformed, wont to come true and achieved … daily!