What if our dreams became reality
and our reality became dreams?
What if the wind had its way
(from what it does to umbrellas)
and the rain fell skywards,
and the rivers, seas and oceans
existed in outer space
rather than on earth?
What if we were the animals
or birds we dreamt of?
And what if we were all Gods?
Hm. There is little to say, but I like this poem. It's just feel-good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chi, What makes you think that we are not? ... at least to them we may seem that way, although not beneficent. B.V.A.