Dreams

All through the night, small children lay to rest,

Their little heads on pillows. To dream land,

Where the imagination can grow best.

Through every night, the pictures never bland.

Where Peter goes to capture Captain Hook.

When mean adults become the pirates waiting

To capture little children reading books.

Where young minds continue the creating,

A world of beauty full of joyful thoughts.

The children always search a place for ways,

To stay a child, with soaring teapots.

And where the children never stop the plays.

Sleep awhile ye children, when you may.

For time will catch up on that next day.