I dreamt a drop of water
Sparkling and in a fast creek running
Through branches and bramble
Pebbles and stones
I dreamt a snow flake
Light and white and pure
Dancing and tumbling in the wind
Up in the sky
I watched the morning fog
Cover the slumbering forest
Still cloaked in the night’s mysteries
Of far away worlds and strange creatures
I wish I were a poet
Skilled in thoughts and in words
I wish I could bring hope and beauty
From things broken and sorry
But I know
Some gems can’t be seen
Some treasures can’t be touched
But in dreams
Born of a drop of water
Born of a snowflake
On a solitude tread