Powdered sugar sprinkled on French toast.
Every wish yet to be foretold.
A small community waiting to be discovered,
The hopeful gazes of all young lovers.
Concretely used as units of wisdom,
Made up stories with princesses and kingdoms.
Connect the dots
And lessons taught.
A simple reminder to press pause in this busy life,
And to drop the burdens of pain and strife,
Forming wondrous pictures in your head,
Tiny dancers filling your thoughts while lying in bed.
A detailed and ever-changing gift from above,
The one and only almighty King stretching out his love.
Reaching out far
Standing their guard
Bruised and scarred
O the beautiful stars.