Dreams

Millions of seeds aloft in the winds of imagination
Mere thousands captured by the clouds of possibility
To be rained down upon our jagged perceptions
Many smashed into rejection
A lucky few tumble unharmed
Into the fertile gardens of thought
Fed by the rays of hope and passion
Springing roots of action
Yet most prove to be mere weeds
Choked by their own ambition
One out of the millions, however
Will rise above the weeds
Until its leaves shadow all below
As the weeds wither and die
The leaves merge into wings
Taking flight with the returning winds
And once again
The clouds will rain dreams