Stream of Dreams

By: Sheene Shane Mascardo

As innocent as a child full of dreams,
Sailing unknown depths of a shallow stream.
Uncertain of perhaps a blurry gleam,
Endeavor fortuity of what but deem.

Grasping both paddles of a wobbly canoe,
Vulnerable for such unforeseen skew.
Hopelessly perched like a dangling bamboo,
Struggling to weave from a fateful mildew.

In spite of massive rocks through the river,
Heads up and don't budge even a meager.
Move, act, do, and be a graceful groover,
Await the sweetness of being the winner.