Wings of a dream

**Wings of a Dream**

In the cradle of the dawn’s first light,  

A dream takes flight, so soft, so bright,  

With wings spun from the threads of hope,  

It soars above the endless scope.

The world below, a sea of green,  

Where wishes blend with what has been,  

But higher still, the dream ascends,  

Beyond the reach of earthly bends.

It dances through the clouds of white,  

And bathes in rays of golden light,  

A beacon for the weary soul,  

A guiding star, a distant goal.

No chains can bind this fleeting grace,  

No storm can blur its gentle face,  

For in the heart, where dreams are born,  

It finds its strength, its light, its morn.

So chase your dreams with fearless flight,  

Through darkest night, to morning bright,  

For in the sky where they reside,  

You'll find the joy, the love, the guide.