Storms wash away many dreams.

Unharvested dreams have been cut and dried
Cast aside
A bouquet of hope trapped deep inside
It abides
Enlightened ideas purged in vain
Watered down by the torrent faucet rain
Staring out at winters frozen panes
Only spring will set their minds at ease
The breeze
Seeps into the bud of dormant seeds
What it needs
A little coddling and warming heat
Lets dreams sprout in green fields ever sweet
When life continues, there’s no defeat
Unharvested dreams will someday spring new
As they do
Enriching the lives of me and you
Dreams shine through.