The Vanessa Story
Follow them through the dotted path of daffodils and dandelions that are somehow flourishing in snowy fields. The landscape is covered with a deep blanket of powdery snowflakes. A light breeze touches your cheeks and lips. The gently swaying golden shafts of wheat and wildflowers stretch as far as the eye can see. The moon covers the horizon, haloing the brilliantly gilded fluttering wings of the many dancing butterflies.
A dream, perhaps, but Vanessa is for believers.
It may be the sweetest reverie,
your mind’s eye will ever see,
dancing with Vanessa and the dream weavers…