Dreams, my child, are treasures deep,
Cradled in your heart where they safely sleep.
While coins and jewels swell with rust,
Your dreams are the riches that defy all dust.
On a tree of wishes, tags swing high,
Soft tears whispered to the everlasting divine sky.
Gold may glitter, diamonds may gleam,
But nobody can ever steal a sweet childhood dream!
Health is wealth, the wise declare,
Yet, dreams have wings beyond compare.
So dream your dreams, chase them far,
A priceless gift—a magical shooting star.
Your dreams are fires that never die,
A beaming lighthouse—guiding you through the night.
So dream big, dear child, the world is wide,
Open your heart, let your dreams soar with pride.
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Wolverine Lily 