Treasured Dream

When I was a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees,

I often awoke in my little bed

with what, to me, seemed then

a Forest of Dreams in my head.

In these, there was no room

for Tales of Fear and Doom,

for Nightmares of night and day

so many Children live even today

traumatized and brutalized,

devalued in every way.

One Dream stands out from the rest,

the Treasured Dream I love the best.

I was standing by a great Tree

grown beyond what I could see.

At its Roots I began digging deep

to find Hidden Gems of vivid colour,

all different from each other,

rough or smooth, all precious to me.

Filled with awe and wonder

of this glorious Mystery,

I found myself pondering

‘What is this mighty Tree?

What is this Treasure I have found?

What does it mean to me?’

Within my Dream I heard a sound

like the voice of a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees

to enlighten my little me-

“This is the Tree of Life.”

That Treasure is hidden everywhere,

even deep within little me.

(December 2, 2022- Shelley A. Wilson- Victoria, BC)

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