My Book of Poems

I can Dream

I can dream
Of beauty
Of joy
No need for a toy

I can Dream
Of lands far away
Of cities in the sky
No need to ask why

I can dream
Of the sun
Of the moon
No need to swoon

I can dream of beautiful lands under the sun
I can dream of joyous cities under the moonlight

The whole world is in my hands
I'll do with it what I can