Shape our dreams to march on evergreen;
make it all seasons of spring.
Make it flutter on sun’s eventide
with strong shoulder blade to glide.
Let’s stitch some flowers, weave images to shower,
sew little phrases and few profound verses,
and cast them in the ocean of leaves.
Let it float; let it swim
through the waves of seven seas.
Let it dance; let it sing in mellifluous symphony.
The trumpets will propel them beyond our time.
Dreams alive; dreams survive in veracity - our legacy!
Poetically painted beautifully across the screen Good job little lady.....
good work Cathy...lot of imagination pouring out there... it should have been 'let them' instead of 'let it' in the lines there...thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ina commanding tone. well shan