The clouds were snow white

The flowers bloomed with vivid colors

His eyes were bright

His gaze glimmered with shimmer

Blushed rushed to his cheeks, seeing the world

He felt like a bird;

Wings spread across the vast sky of the Earth

He was full of paints of colors on his birth 

At night, he stared at the stars

They were his dreams

His ambitions 

He always dreamed of reaching them

Oh, world

Oh, life

May you guide his path

May you grow his seeds

May the clock that he always stared at continue to click

The flowers continue to grow

The stars continue to shimmer

The seeds start to sprout

For he was someone with dreams of constellations

Of vividness and gradient hues

He would reach the summit of the highest hills

For he was someone who was dreamed to achieve others' dreams

J.Denver Creator

This poem is the prologue of the whole anthology. It tells the story of the person born to achieve other people's dreams and expectations.