Rearing dreams

Never give up on your dreams,

No matter how far fetched they seem,

If they were possible for you to conceive,

They are more likely than not to really be.

At first treat dreams as fine glass in life,

Handle them with care,

But don't leave them in the cupboard where,

They'll dull, and dust and waste away.

Then take your dreams out for a walk,

Let them get some sun and air,

That will help them grow quite strong,

And it'll give them needed work and wear.

After that the choice is clear,

You must let your dreams roam free,

And battle through that harrowing phase,

Where they'll emerge a reality.

For dreams are like a metal sword,

Until forged by fire they are too brittle,

Until hammered lean they have no form,

But after pain and toil they shine bright and strong.

Your dreams are now ready to battle those,

Who would want nothing more,

than to dash the dreams,

Of us all.

Battle on.