This is just a poem I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy!
Daydreams
Are the wings that sprout from idle minds
To spread out for the first time
And soar high through the skys to the heavens above.
Daydreams
Slip past the clouds and over hills,
To reach the place where all dreams are born,
And where imagination blooms like brisk wild flowers.
Daydreams
Never die in the fading sunshine
Where they dance and skip over sleeping eyes.
Then they become dreams and fill the idle minds
With nested happiness of wings once in flight.
