Wishing Wells Poem by Bill Simmons

Dreaming of rainbows and their pots of gold
Wishing on wishing wells and too a star that fell
Charting the stars in the sky
Reading the palms of our lives
Such are the days of our lives

As we search for the why
Why is it that we live and breath
What is our search, why can't we see
What is it about you and me
We have wisdom and we can reach
Within us is placed a seed
Of what we need to be

The many rainbows of our souls
Searching for our pots of gold
Not ever knowing if we know
It's not about gold
For the many places
That we are each of us
Wishing upon our own star
We fall on our hearts

When we are young it is visions seen
We grow older the visions are dreams
And as for our lives our lives won't ever tell
So therefore we wish upon our wishing wells.