Live Your Dream
Hold fast to dreams,for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.Life without dreams/goals is a barren field Frozen with snow.
How wonderful to stop, really see, and appreciate what nature gives us. I too love the crashing waves, the dancing flames and beautiful smells around us, we need to be mindful of every moment and just be.
Life has loveliness to sell,All beautiful and splendid things.
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,Soaring fire that sways and sings.
And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.
Music like a curve of gold,Scent of pine trees in the rain.
Eyes that love you, arms that hold and for your spirit’s still delight,Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,buy it and never count the cost.For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost and for a breath of ecstasy.Give all you have been, or could be.
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage.
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with fearful trill
of the things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees,and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams,his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
A dream doesn’t become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work.