Dreams Poem by Ronald Chapman

Where is the warm moon?
Where is the sunny sun?
Rain! Rain! Rain!
O, wishes!

Stars travel like sleepy clouds.

O, faith!

Why does the cloud rise?
Rain washes away my dreams.
The rainbows cries like a small imagination.

Sleep, please rescue me.

Big, small dreams swiftly pull a cold, rainy cloud from my day.

All imaginations make lively, sunny suns.
Amazing things I see.
The sun glows through misty clouds,
Rise calmly like a warm heart to the stars,
Imaginations, travel big rainbows,

Stars fall!

Sunny sunrise,

O, Wishes!

Dreams are true.

Yay!