Oh, but for flying elephants and
impossible staircases and
weeping willows and talking walruses-
where would we be?
Oh, but for laughing alphabets
and silly stories and mad rabbits
dancing across the skies-
what would get us through the night?
Oh, but for the will to read
and dream and dance in yards
and paint in between lines-
How could we say that something was not lost?
Hold onto your dreams;
they are as precious as laughter--
they are eternal, like stars.
-Ashley Rice
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