We are the music-makers

We are the music-makers,
  And we are the dreamers of dreams,
  Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
  And sitting by desolate streams;
  World-losers and world-forsakers,
  On whom the pale moon gleams:
  Yet we are the movers and shakers
  Of the world for ever, it seems.

  With wonderful deathless ditties
  We build up the world's great cities,
  And out of a fabulous story
  We fashion an empire's glory:
  One man with a dream, at pleasure,
  Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
  And three with a new song's measure
  Can trample an empire down.

  We, in the ages lying
  In the buried past of the earth,
  Built Nineveh with our sighing,
  And Babel itself with our mirth;
  And o'erthrew them with prophesying
  To the old of the new world's worth;
  For each age is a dream that is dying,
  Or one that is coming to birth.

Ode - Arthur O'Shaughnessy

so let us make our music and dream our dreams, for without imagination the sun would not rise nor the stars twinkle. and without creation and destruction there would be no ripples in a pond. there is meaning in every leaf, so come look for it with me.