Every Dream is a seed
in the soil of Tomorrow's grove

(Our virgin Green,
our children's old growth.)

With water of Wisdom,
in Learned loam
sprout them

In sunlight of passion
grow them,
in love for motive
tend them.

Though not every stem
will bear its fruit,
the blossoms they bind
shine Inspiration

and their roots
tie the foundation
of the living world.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Sarapin, in the year 587 AF.