What do they dream...
Soil, sunlight, giggly streams?
Do they imagine some lovely green leaf
Pushing from within moist ground...
Basking in the sun, singing silent sounds...
Making life energy for everyone?
Do they know they are
The start of it all...
Sunlight, water, soil?
And as a green leaf thus creates
Does it dream of a grazing cow?
Or a reaper or a plow...
Or a visit from a dew drop friend?
Does it dare to dream of a glorious end?
A sumptuous recipe eaten oh, so elegantly?
And you and I.
What lifetimes do our dreams create?
As incredible connections
Become road sign perfections
To be followed or left behind
Building paths, junctions, streets
That meet to find
The call of another dream
Waiting
To be seen and felt,
As passions boil and cold hearts melt.
What new dreams are nourished
By all these emotions?
What other lives are put in motion?
Who feeds on this life force we thus stream?
Who wonders what we dream?