Our imagination is a dream landscape,
Filled with so many wondrous things,
From fantasy to new and impossible realities.
We are visitors in this new world we call home.
We have stopped a while as we roam.
This world is the centre of our universe.
There are swirls of dust filled with new ideas,
That arise out of our creative imaginations.
There are myths, legends and stories we love,
Filled with golden ideas, fears, and love from above.
Everywhere we go and whatever we can see,
From the mountains, valleys and the honey bee,
Can spur on our love of nature and creativity.
We are children of this wonderful world of ideas,
We live, love, grow, love and overcome our fears.
This new world that we now call lovingly our home,
Was made and being made to cater to our every need.
We are tiny atoms on this great green and blue planet.
As its children and its creations from its soil and its sea.
Our human souls are bestowed with the gift of immortality
I noticed how one key concept or word from each stanza appeared in the next and so held this poem together by this little word. Beautifully written and it's inspired me to write about dreams and fears. Thank you!