Dreams Part 2
The wind dreams of someday resting
Though it knows that someday is far, far away.
The mountains dream of never being tamed
By those who take their beauty for granted.
The morning dreams of becoming the day
To bring to all the light of time that never ceases.
The evening dreams of becoming the night
To bring mystery and quiet to the world.
The stream on the mountain dreams of never being soiled
And taking away the purity of nature.
The trees on the mountain dream of living long lives,
Of watching over the hills and valleys.
The valleys dream of staying beautiful
To compliment the height of the hills:
Nature dreams of providing awe
To those who have eyes to appreciate it.