When Dreams Blossom


The roots of dreams  are deep,

Beginning with an errant thought,

One that takes hold in heart and mind. 

A dream that gives you hope, keeps you awake at night with the very thought of it coming to fruition. 

A dream that is worth every bit of blood, sweat, and tears. 

Some dreams whither away with lack of care,

Some dreams morph into something else,

But those dreams that are lovingly tended?

Those that receive patience, dedication, perseverance, and belief in the magic that can happen?

Those are the dreams that blossom, 

And my heart nearly bursts at their beauty.    


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