Sound of mind,

is sound of soul

and an open spirit,

With open dreams.

A tale of wonder

Is a sight to see,

Unwavering hope,

and unwavering strength.

A world which the eye doesnt see,

a tale,

a poem waiting to sprout.

As ones creation

sprouts without a doubt.

Open your eyes so you can see,

Open your ears so you can hear,

Open your mind to what you hold dear.

A tale, a poem in unwavering dreams.

A book of magic that sprouts a new beginning.

With a wizard or a sailor

who knows for sure.

There are stories for plenty waiting to sprout.

Upon a piece of paper later I don’t doubt.