The Magic Of Mirth

In the myriad of dreams, there is but one that stands out,
In the abyss of thoughts, there is but one that chants out.
Sans direction, sans goals,
Dreams that need wings to fly,
A soul that yearns for a sigh.

In the sanguine sunrise, there is a plethora of hope,
In the wayward sunset, there is a glimmer of scope.
In the adage of diurnal recurrence,
Is the desire to behold the starry nights.

There is magic in the unblemished rain drop,
There is mirth in the gentle breeze,
There is hope in the shimmering dew drop,
There is renewal in the unfettered sunshine.

Arise, Awaken, Endure!
Embrace change, overcome adversity,
Run with the power of the winds,
Laugh like the innocence of a child,
A new day beckons you,
Rise and shine!