Dream like a child

I dream of clouds - 
Those castles in the sky;
Wide open spaces and sloping meadows
Rich with summer flowers
Of a picnic beside a babbling brook
Of painted landscapes - pastoral scenes
I dream of looking up into the endless blue
At the vapour trail of a jet up high
I want to dream like a child

Because to dream is to hope
And hope keeps us strong.
And ...we’re past the shortest day!