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To the Children Who Weave Their Dreams

This poem is written for children who carry dreams within them,

and for those who wish to stand nearby as those dreams are woven.

It does not rush toward outcomes,

but lingers in gentleness, trust, and the quiet courage of growing up.

 

To the Children Who Weave Their Dreams

 

I want to wander in the dream worlds of children.

I want to lose myself

in the soft worlds they imagine.

I want to be wrapped

in worlds of kindness and rest.

 

Children who pursue unfulfilled dreams

overcome fragility,

becoming wanderers—

travelers on a journey of dreams.

 

They place a single drop of dream

upon the palm of their hand,

eyes shining as they gaze toward tomorrow.

Without fear, they fix their eyes ahead.

Dignified, wholesome, living fully in the present.

So that not one child

will abandon their dream,

I want to protect

the precious lives and hearts of children.

 

The joy of living

is but a fragment of a dream.

Leaping from a today unlike yesterday

toward a tomorrow unlike today.

Children who live trusting the world and others

weave joyful dreams. 

 

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