Though the winter season's creeping up,
I'll have sunshine to keep my spirits up,
during times when thoughts are of fantasy,
I'll sway with the breeze to melodies of ecstasy.
Riches are not made of material things,
tis heartfelt wishes that happiness brings,
a little girl, once upon a time wondered,
if she'll be rich, and how pretty she'll be,
now she teaches others, whatever will be, will be.
I still close my eyes and envision,
someone dancing to a waltz in transition
wishing the music would never stop
like the ring, encircled in water with a drop.
Whatever will be, not for me to say,
yet, my dreams won't lead me astray,
for what lies ahead of us is meant to be,
as long as I my dreams can become reality.
Yana Petkov
aka: Scarlett "The Real Me"
16th September 2006
