Where Dreams Grow
On the night
of a waxing crescent moon,
dreams are carried by the wind
to a weeping willow tree,
entwined in swirling
patterns of stardust.
Glows like a beacon
in misty darkness,
as far as the eye can see.
Luminous branches
sway in the breeze
to the rhythmical
sound of wind chimes.
Forest elves gather
at the tangled roots.
Play a lullaby
on their tuneful flutes.
At sunrise,
children sing under the willow,
Encouraging their dreams
to nourish and grow.
Autumn arrives,
and leaves turn to gold,
ready for the children to pick.
Placed on a delicate chain
around the neck,
golden leaves glisten
in the autumn sun.
Divine charms of light
kept close to their hearts,
for children’s dreams
will never be apart.
of a waxing crescent moon,
dreams are carried by the wind
to a weeping willow tree,
entwined in swirling
patterns of stardust.
Glows like a beacon
in misty darkness,
as far as the eye can see.
Luminous branches
sway in the breeze
to the rhythmical
sound of wind chimes.
Forest elves gather
at the tangled roots.
Play a lullaby
on their tuneful flutes.
At sunrise,
children sing under the willow,
Encouraging their dreams
to nourish and grow.
Autumn arrives,
and leaves turn to gold,
ready for the children to pick.
Placed on a delicate chain
around the neck,
golden leaves glisten
in the autumn sun.
Divine charms of light
kept close to their hearts,
for children’s dreams
will never be apart.
This poem is copyright (©) Josie De Falco 2026
About the Writer
Josie De Falco
Josie grew up in a large Italian/English family near the beautiful Yorkshire Dales. Josie is an advocate for encouraging children to explore their imagination through nature. Her poems have been published in Little Thoughts Press, Parakeet Magazine, The Toy, Tyger Tyger Magazine and the Dirigible Balloon’s anthology: Sky Surfing. Josie is often found gazing at the moon with her two children or spotting the wildlife on their allotment.
