A poet talks to the sky
To the wind and the grass of green
A poet talks so that by and by
He might get a chance to talk to a dream

She could be most anywhere and suddenly come into view
But what would a poet really say
If a dream was a dream that came true

A poet talks to the the rain
To the puddles on the ground
A poet talks of the pain
Inside his heart where memories are bound

A poet talks although he's shy
How introduce a gentle wind upon a grass of green
A poet talks so that by and by
He might get a chance to talk to a dream