The Dream

Why do we dream?

We know its not true.

But still it comes from the blue

Sometimes good, sometimes bad

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

We dream about our blocks

We dream about our thoughts.

We are so mean,

We only dream.

What we feel

Never do we dream about others,

Who are in need of

Love, Care and Feathers.

The sky is so high

They also want to fly.

Let us join hands,

And take a pledge

That from now

We will also

Dream about others.