The Dreamer's Creed

Beneath the canopy of endless skies,

Where stars like whispers softly lie,

A dream is born, a fragile spark,

A light that glimmers in the dark.

It starts as whispers in the mind,

A longing undefined, unrefined.

Like morning dew on blades of green,

A fleeting hope, yet so serene.

The world may scoff, its doubts may weigh,

With shadows lurking on the way.

"Too bold," they say, "too far, too high,"

Yet dreams are crafted to defy.

Through tempests wild and winds that roar,

Through failures knocking at the door,

A heart ignites, a fire it feeds,

The steadfast soul of one who believes.

Each stumble forms a stepping stone,

Each scar a medal proudly shown.

For every "no," a louder "yes,"

A promise kept to not regress.

Imagine a seed in barren ground,

Its roots unseen, its strength profound.

It pushes through the earth and stone,

A monument to dreams alone.

The doubters fade, their voices dim,

For faith is louder, deep within.

And every dawn brings colors new,

A sky unpainted, waiting for you.

The mountain peak, the farthest star,

No matter how remote they are,

Are just a step, a reach away,

For those who trust the dreams that stay.

Oh, dreamer, hold your vision tight,

Let hope be anchor, wings, and light.

For every dream is destiny’s seed,

A testament to will and creed.

So dare to leap, and dare to fall,

Dare to risk and dare to call.

The world is yours, though harsh it seems

For life is shaped by those who dream.