Dreams

This is a poem of dreams and writing.

Dreams
What is this we dream, with pen and paper in our hands, to let the juices flow and the excitement grow, our ideas they dance, like children in the green grass.

To write is to open our hearts, to let others see our minds, to deliberate and see if they agree to what we have to say.

To write is to feel, to feel is to love, our stories spread their wings like doves, fly to heaven and back to the people to have a new lesson learned for the day.