Deeply rooted am I to this Earth, like the greatest Oak in all the lands.
But my spirit yearns for the stars and the secrets they hide behind their night skies.
So each night when I lie down in my bed, I let that mysterious sleep wash over me,
and my spirit goes to that place hidden amongst the stars.
A place where impossible no longer exists.
A place where dreams have become reality.
So I let my spirit roam in this far off place each night while my body rests.
And when I awake each morning I try to remember the adventures of the night prior,
and I use it for the inspiration, for the hope, that dreams don’t have to be unattainable.
And impossible is simply another word, another concept, made up by someone long ago.