Dreams, everyone has them. Dreams. What are we without them?
|The Seadragon That Dreams Of Flight|
In a moment of sheer recklessness, it spun out of the cool waters and glided through waters that were strangely light.
|The Dying Tree's Wish of Being Upside Down|
For years, it stood upright. Tall, straight, reaching for the yellow rays. It had behaved with the dignity and decorum expected of a tree. It toed the line and grew in an expected manner. It didn’t bear fruits or flowers that it wasn’t supposed to. It was quiet, unassuming. It was tired.
The time has come for it to go. And before it did so, it wanted to be upside down.
|The Clusters of Pebbles Longing to Walk|
They didn’t want to be stepped on, not anymore. Together, they can change the world. It all begins with that first step, that which they have yet to take.
*So, yes, dreams, what are we without them?