Dream Seeds

At night I plant my quiet dreams,

Like tiny seeds in hidden streams,

They drift beneath the moon’s soft light,

They grow their roots in silent night.

I wish on stars that barely speak,

I find my courage when I’m weak,

I gather hope like morning rain,

To bloom again despite the pain.

Some dreams will break, some dreams will fly,

Some fade away when dawn is nigh,

But those that stay, they light my chest,

They give my restless spirit rest.

I hold their whispers in my hand,

Like grains of hope, like silver sand,

Each one a promise yet to be,

A secret path inside of me.

When daylight comes to test my heart,

When heavy storms would tear apart,

I reach within that secret place,

Where dreams still bloom with quiet grace.

So when the world feels harsh and loud,

And doubts arrive in heavy cloud,

I close my eyes and plant once more,

New seeds of dreams on starlit floor