Toss the wistful dreams of men as coins into the wishing well,
That they perchance be answered as they land upon its bed,
Watch the anglers hook the fish that can't resist their skillful spell,
And cast their careful crafted lure to bob above the fishes head,
Pray the fish that's caught that day holds the essence of your dream,
Pray the patient fisherman who gently reels it in this day,
Will look upon its shining glory and with this wild beauty seen,
Will know your dreams for what they are and let it swim away.