Enchanted by Mike Williams 10/14/2015 @ 10:12 A.M.

I dreamt a dream of things unseen. 
Of beauty, hope, and emaculate clean. 

My world held together by imagination. 
And sowed seed by seed without reservation. 
  
Though I could not know its course. 
Little by little I labored without remorse. 

A garden grew and a forest sprung. 
Flourised and dewed and kissed with sun.

Bright blossoms greeted me endless days. 
My dream come true, I stood amazed. 

Where I planted hope every dark hour before. 
Banished the shadows in time evermore. 

Looking back much to my surprise. 
I observed my fruits and realised. 

A seed of hope repeatedly planted. 
Tended with love becomes enchanted.