Over the rainbow beyond the clouds where butterflies soar I feel, I hear such beautiful sounds. What peace it brings to my heart that I admit. My imagination get's to me a bit.
It's quite okay to carried away.
Dreams are for dreaming.
Unicorns, angels and fairy dust all around.
My childhood dreams remain inside of me.
I like it that way.
Dreams are for dreaming anyway.
All the beauty I see in these dreams.
Floating tiny raindrops kissed by the sun.
All one by one.
These dreams I dream of.
Not all dreams are filled with happiness or joy some are dark are gloomy. Always dream. Keep them alive as they will help you thrive.
Shellie Palmer