Imagination
Close your eyes—
do you feel it?
That flutter in your chest,
like wind caught in the sail of your soul?
That’s imagination—
wild, bright, and endless.
It begins with a spark,
a “what if?” whispered into the dark,
and suddenly,
the stars rearrange,
the moon leans in to listen,
and the ordinary becomes
anything but.
Let your dreams fly—
on dragon wings, in rocket ships,
through candy-colored forests
and castles made of clouds.
You can be
a hero,
an inventor,
an explorer of galaxies
yet to be named.
There is no map.
You make the path with every thought,
every daring idea
you believe in enough
to chase.
Imagination is not pretend—
it’s a promise,
a door waiting to be opened
by someone bold enough
to knock.
And oh, how the world changes
when we remember:
we are not too old to dream,
not too small to make magic real.
So laugh louder,
dream wilder,
and run toward the impossible
like it’s already yours.
Because it is.
If you can see it—
really see it—
you can be it.
Let your dreams fly,
and become
anything
you believe in.