Things are green…
quiet
as turtles moving across the soft grass.

A day when the only sound
is birdsong
……… and it is possible
to dream.

And dreams…

… like castles of white clouds
are real in the heart…
the shadows upon the soul
… are real

across the soft grass,
turtles and shadows race…
and dance
to a birdsong

and it is right to dream…
because it is possible