Step out into the forest of dreams
Where every leaf cradles a world;
Every branch holds endless possibility;
Every trunk a dreamers mind.
Their roots from waking world draw,
From every wandering heart.
And wander beneath the silver boughs,
Where whispered wishes drift like rain;
Each shadow hides a forgotten thought,
Each breeze carries a dreamer's name.
And in the silence, soft and deep,
Old hopes awaken from their sleep.