Years gone by, her dream stood tall,
A monument admired by all.
From sketch to stone, from thought to deed,
Her dream was now a thing indeed.
Looking up, Anna knew the lore,
Imagination is the key to something more.
In that moment, she truly knew,
Dreams aren't dreams when they come true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said. We only create our truth.