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Dreams Small But Brave (AwSprite) wk-2

Dreams Small But Brave

Sitting silently in sadness,

his head lowering, little

sleepy sloth lay beneath

his blanket of warm tartan cloth.

Failing to face his fears

of bounding earth below,

lain curled about his pillow

rustling in the woodland willow.

Once dreaming of riding

upon a rising star, trailing

through the air, to chasing the

silver moon, paling and fair.

Greeting heroic heroes

falling from up high,

to hearing the constellations

softly sighing upon the night sky.

His dreams calling him to the

forest beneath his feet, to

lands of enchanting green

hidden in canopies unseen.

Peering at the wonders of

blushing berries and shining

fruit, gazing at the trees weaving

from branching reeds to roots.

His eyes beginning to shine in

fearlessness, illuminating his heart-felt

wish as he sat clutching roughened

bark, in his cosy cot, in twinkling dark.

Unfurling his hopeful claws of

unwavering dreams, he began

climbing down, hiding his dripping tears

and slipping into the glittering stream.

Soaking in his new found courage,

twilight dancing upon the waters

clear, drifting between reaching

flowers blooming in secrets near.

Where a flutter of flaring skirts

stood upon unbending leaves,

the nocturnal fairy fey bestowing

little sleepy sloth the gift of bravery.