As soon as the day break,
With the cuckooing of birds,
My chase after my dream starts.
The chase catches its speed,
With the increase of the movement around,
And the heat and the rush after dreams increases.
As a bee always sucking honey from flowers,
And a tiger always preying after its prey,
I keep chasing my dreams ever day.
05/07/09
Winnie Angel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-chaser-2/
