Dreams

Those tiny little things that bloom in our minds,
Those fierce imaginations that drives un in the hinds.
From a simple cup of coffee, to that chair of command;
From the usher of waves, to a fancy big demands.
Building a villa, still to look for a nook;
Galloping in fancies, with that little favourite book.
Dreaming of love, dreaming of laughter;
Rosy imagination in those greeny pastures.
That little urge to see the world,
Create memories and experience the life.
To raising a toast to the good times:
Keeping the passions and spirit alive.
What we are if we don’t have dreams;
For the fuel the fire and keep the realms.