A Dream

• Kim Mai, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

The swirling depths of hope and desire,
A dream is not always a liar.

A movie plays in the mind,
Of a hope, a dream, that had been designed.

The dream expands, like the branches of a tree,
Each thought a leaf, blowing free.

A truth made true by its very own dream,
With hope woven through like a golden sunbeam.