There I espy, a band of dreamers
With their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground,
Serene are their actions, unbothered by petty pursuits
Eyes glittery, nerves dancing, as the lucidity of their dreams fathom,
They have shed the shackles of selfishness, hurt and fear
Morphed into humans- eloquent and clear,
An aura so charismatic, a chutzpah so mesmerizing
Not sounding like everyone else, instead sounding better,
Unruffled like a crow on the scarecrow
Quenching every hiccup in their mind with their hankers,
Souls who turned their phantoms into discernible doves
Who sound utopian, but are pragmatic Verismos,
Meet the unbridles forces of nature, a chrysalis for the future
Not taproots but rhizomes, ready to spring anywhere,
They venture to think the unimaginable, envisage the unthinkable
And toil indurately to achieving the grail,
Join them someday, believe me; you will love it up here!