Little Rhea had many dreams
 To go off to a far of land, surrounded by mountains with singing rivers  and streams
 To sit on the mountain top and ponder on the many marvels of the world
 To sit by river and write beautiful poems to touch beautiful souls
 To teach little children to read, write and dream of a life beautiful and full of wonder
  
 Little Rhea had many dreams
 To leave her small town for a big city
 To travel to the far-off lands, to visit many countries and cities across the world
 To sit on a tall tower in a position of power
 With her power she would create a better world, she dreamt
  
 “Oh, you must be someone of position and power”, she was told
 She studied hard, worked harder, and slowly inched her way up the tower
 Reaching the top is all that matters, it will give a new meaning to her life, she thought
 Once on the top she was precariously perched, caged in lonely rods of futile power
 She tried very hard to make a difference, but was torn between position and power
 The material life and its glamour and glitter, kept her away from the dreamy mountains and singing rivers, from the little children who were waiting for her to teach them to dream
  
 Many a night she would lay awake for hours, trying to figure what Rhea really wants
 She has achieved so much – power, position, wealth, can she give up all up for a childhood dream
 A gentle sigh would come out of her lips, “Someday I will. I will go to the quite mountains and singing rivers and write the unwritten poems and sing the unsung songs… Someday I will…”