A Dream

A poem about how quickly and effortlessly come and go.

A dream floats high
    Above the clouds
To live and be free,
    In our heads and in the sky,
Along the ground and
    In the sea.

A dream lives in you and me;
    A dream dies like a Bumble Bee.
A dream takes time
    To live and grow.
A dream will soon
    Learn to flow.

What follows this dream
    Will surely be light,
But only after much darkness.

A dream will find you and I
    Through our hearts or through our minds.
We will grieve it when it dies,
    But first we will learn to fly.

So if a dream comes to you,
    Welcome it.
For you'll never know
    If it's the last you will get.